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drunk-on-dk · 2 years ago
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hello sky <3 congrats on hitting 1k yet again!!
here 2 dump my recent hard thoughts for cheol T T: bf!cheol size training you bc 1.) he really doesn't want to hurt you when he splits you open on his dick, and; 2.) he kind of gets off to the sight of you taking a lot of his fingers inside your needy cunt :')
do what you want w this information <33
hi kai!! <33 thank you so much, I really appreciate it (,:
but oh my goodness you are DIABOLICAL for this!!!! this cheol is going to haunt me and im giving you forehead kisses for sharing this information with me - my mind has run wild with it, i hope you enjoy <3
warnings: smut!! (minors do not interact); size kink and size training!!; massive dick cheol agenda; fem! bodied but no specific pronouns; fingering; use of pet names (baby)
"Such a sweet little thing," Seungcheol is crooning at the sight of your tiny little hole sucking in just his index finger. "What makes you think you can take all of me when you're squirming from just one finger? Don't worry, I'll make sure you're all adjusted and ready for me, baby."
"Cheol," you mewl desperately, you knew he liked to take his sweet time preparing you, as you still had yet to easily take your boyfriend's cock without any preparation, but he sure knew how to drive you crazy. It was maddening how Seungcheol peered up at you from between your thighs, with fluffy hair, and blown-out eyes only making your pussy weep for him more.
"I know," he hushes you, his eyes darting from your own back down to your cunt, a shaky breath escaping his lips when he feels your walls contract from a simple curl of his finger. "Think you're ready for another finger?"
You feel breathless as he removes his finger, two fingers now running through your folds and collecting your honeyed arousal. He lets out a chuckle when you whimper out a feeble 'yes,' his fingers dipping in shallowly before diving deeper between your walls, the added friction from the second finger overwhelmingly pleasurable.
The sight of how you quiver from just two fingers is enough to make Seungcheol buck his hips, grinding into the mattress from where he is laid between your legs. He soaks in the way your back arches and the way goosebumps litter your thighs as he continues to pump his middle and index finger into your needy cunt. If he didn't enjoy the sight so much his lips would already be wrapped around your clit.
He could feel the precum collecting in his boxers, his hips that ground into the mattress matched the pace at which he fucked his fingers deeper into your cunt. The imagery alone as his fingers disappeared into your arousal was enough to make his blood rush straight to his dick, feeling impossibly hard and aroused for the little amount of friction provided by each roll of his hips.
Seungcheol continues to stretch you even more, adding a third finger to the mix and pulling the most delectable moan from you.
"How are you still so tight?" He teases, his husky voice giving away just how affected he is by fingering you. Admittedly, he doesn't want to stop ever, he could watch your little cunt, messy and needy, grip his fingers for hours, basking in how your thighs shake around him with each intentional curl of his finger. "Are you doing okay? Talk to me, baby."
"Going too slow, cheol," you whimper, feeling as if you can finally take more, the building arousal burning deep in your lower stomach as your pussy throbs around his fingers. "Please, I need more."
At this point, Seungcheol is carried away, three fingers fucking into you at a quickened pace, stretching and preparing you for what is yet to come later. He can feel his length throb with desire as he continues to thrust his thick fingers deeper inside of you, knowing exactly where to find the spot that has you screaming in encouragement and clamping your legs around him.
He knows you can take another finger at this point, but he is too lost in the moment to add another before he is beckoning you to release.
"C'mon," he coaxes you, using the thumb on his other hand to rub harsh circles on your clit. The sound of your wet cunt and pornographic moans has him quivering with desire, his senses overstimulated by just how perfect you are. "I think you're ready, come for me."
Seungcheol can feel - he can see - your tiny little hole spasming as your slick soaks the palm of his hand. He has to press his hips harshly into the mattress to keep himself from cumming in his boxers right then and there, the beautiful sight of your needy little pussy and orgasmic glow being enough to almost push him to the edge. He absolutely loves bringing you to euphoria just like this, it's almost all he needs to be satiated.
But, oh god, if Seungcheol thinks this is great, he is reminded of just how desperate your little pussy is yet again when he spears you with his cock. You're always so good for him, always taking his hot and heavy length with grace after he works you up so well. He sure doesn't mind taking the necessary steps when you mold to his cock this well.
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97-liners · 1 year ago
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YOUR PFP? 😭 the daikon was dethroned by a Man ⁉️
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i’m a coups anti, this is an anti scoups blog. i believe in the men’s right to put their arms away
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wonusite · 1 year ago
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nalani i'm outing myself as 🫧 anon and i'm apologizing in advance for all the unhinged shit i've sent you BUT they're all in good faith <3 i just dropped by to say u are the sweetest loveliest person ever and i;m actually going to eat you and your fics <3
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‼️KAI WTF SAY SIKE RN‼️
WHEN I TELL YOU I GASPED OUT LOUD!!! I FEEL LIKE I’M ON SCOOBY DOO AND PULLED THE MASK OFF THE MF MONSTER WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK 😦
this is insane. deadass the biggest reveal ever i’m so gagged. anyways i have loved everything you’ve ever sent me like fr 🤍
stop you’re actually the cutest and i’m going to cry. i hope you know how much i admire you not only as a writer but as a person like you’re so kind and just so cool that any time you pop up on the tl i have to stop and see what you posted. ty for liking my fics and i hope you know i feel the exact same way about yours 🤍🤍🤍🤍
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onlymingyus · 1 year ago
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hi mars ^__^ mingyu and i love you so much
Hi Kai my love. I love you and Mingyu too, very very much.
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cheolism · 1 year ago
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KAI MY DARLING 🥺🥺 we can run laps together babe 🩷❤️ but yes perv x perv is perfection and I have NO doubt in my mind Kim mingyu is a perv (respectfully). I forgive you 100 percent — just letting me know you liked the fic is more than enough!!! Thank you sm for your comments and reblog, ily sm 🧡💛
the secrets kept from roommates
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➳ roommate!pervert! kim mingyu x f!roommate!pervert! reader
➳ summary: you are hiding a secret from mingyu. little do you know that he's hiding one from you too.
➳ wx is approx 6.5k
➳ warnings/tags: MDNI. both reader and gyu are perverts in this; don't like, don't read! dom!gyu, top!gyu, bottom!reader, sub!reader, bratty reader (ish). humiliation, degradation (calling each other pervert, etc), pet names (baby girl, princess, baby, etc.). oral, fingering, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, overstim. rough sex, crying during sex. roommates to lovers (presumably), jealousy, panty-sniffing, masturbating in someone else's bed. you can fit in his hoodie, bickering, gyu is a simp, dirty talk, gyu loves pussy. and the kinkiest one of them all: pining!!! there's a lot going on here, so i may have missed out on something!!
➳ author's note: yeah. enjoy!!! this is outright perversion. if you don't like it, don't interact and keep scrolling <3
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You weren't a logical person. First and foremost, reason had always eluded you. You would forget about just having taken a pan off of the burner and go to pick it up, burning your hands and causing your roommate to banish you from the kitchen. You would wait to take showers until the morning, despite your hatred for waking up earlier than necessary, followed by you wasting the time you set aside in the morning for showering by watching videos on your phone and scrolling through your feed.
Yes; logic and reason sometimes escaped you completely.
Which was why when Mingyu returned from a date, grinning broadly and in a good mood, you resigned yourself to a fate of watching your roommate and crush swoon into the arms of another. You called your boss, saying you wouldn't be able to come into work the next day, plan mapped out in your head.
The next morning you bid Mingyu goodbye from your bedroom, quoting your "sickness" for your reason as to why you were staying behind.
Mingyu frowned, moving towards you. He pressed the back of his hand to your forehead, his other large hand rising to cup your cheek. "You feel okay to me. What is it? Stomach ache, migraine? Do you feel like you need to puke? Should I go to the store and get constipation medicine? I think I'll call in, you need someone to take care of you --"
"I don't!" You snapped, reaching up and grabbing his wrist, dragging the hand that was pressed against your forehead. You wrapped his large hand between yours, squeezing. "Don't worry, Mingyu. I'm fine, I swear. Just need a day of rest and I'll be back at it tomorrow. Promise."
He furrowed his brows, unconvinced. Mingyu moved the hand that was cupping your cheek, using it instead to brush back a few strands of hair that were framing your face. "I'm not sure. If you really don't feel good then I should stay and help."
"Don't," you returned gently, rubbing your thumb against his wrist. "I'll be okay."
"You know my office number?" He asked, fingers brushing against the shell of your ear. "In case I can't answer my mobile?"
"Yes, I've got it on my phone."
"Okay, good. If you need me and can't reach me, call the office phone. Tell them you want Kim Mingyu in Sales, yeah?"
You sighed, rolling your eyes. You tried to appear disinterested, tried to put on an act for him. In reality your heart was fluttering with every shift of his hand against you, his concern making you soft and endeared. It was proof that even if his heart was in the hands of another, he still felt something for you, even if it was just as a roommate and good friend.
You followed him to the door of your apartment, hands stuffed in the pocket of your hoodie. "I'll be okay, Mingyu."
"There's leftovers from last night in the fridge," he said, pausing at the entrance. "But the beef might be too heavy for your stomach right now. Maybe I should call in for an hour and make you some soup --"
You laughed, pushing at him. It didn't do much other than make him stumble back. "Go! I'm grown, Mingyu. I can take care of myself. This isn't the first time I've been sick while alone."
He frowned again. He was too beautiful to be frowning, you thought. It didn't suit him. "I know, but you shouldn't have to be, shouldn't have to take care of yourself."
You shrugged, pulling the door open for him. "Maybe get me a cute and rich boyfriend from that office of yours and I won't have to be."
"I --" He broke off, brows furrowed. Then he sighed. "Fine. When I get home tonight I'll make something extra good, okay? But if you're worse then I'll take tomorrow off."
"I won't be worse," you returned. "You're worrying over nothing."
"Maybe," Mingyu said. Then he reached out, arms wrapping around you and bringing you into a hug. He was warm, his body wrapping around you and pressing you close. Your nose was tucked into his chest, and you could feel his body beneath his shirt, could smell his cologne and natural scent. "Like I said. If you get worse before I get home --"
"Goodbye," you laughed, pulling back. Immediately your body was missing his warmth, wanting to sink back into his embrace. Instead you gently prodded him towards the door, waving goodbye as he walked down the hall.
As soon as he left you bolted for the bathroom. You reached into the dirty hamper and, reasoning that this would be the last time you did this and you were only doing it as a way to deal with the knowledge of the impending death of your romance with Kim Mingyu despite it never actually existing, pulled out his sleep shirt from last night. Today was Thursday, which meant tonight when he got home from work Mingyu would go around collecting all the dirty laundry to do, including yours; it also meant that he had slept in this shirt for the past two nights, making his scent especially noticeable.
You pulled it up to your nose, pressing your face against the collar. Taking a deep breath, you breathed him in, his natural scent filling your senses.
Then you pulled off your hoodie, tugging on his shirt. You left your hoodie in the bathroom; you'd just change into it before he got off work at five.
You returned to your room momentarily to grab your phone and switch. Then, with your heart in your throat and excitement buzzing in your veins, you pushed open the door to his bedroom.
His bed was neatly made, black comforter perfectly matching his pillow case. Mingyu always made his bed in the mornings, and you felt a little bad as you pulled back the comforter and slid in, ruining his work.
But then you caught a whiff of him, his cologne that still lingered in the air from him spraying some before he left for work, and all shame and guilt fled from your body.
You spent a moment with your face pressed into his pillow, breathing him in. You loved these moments, when you could just pretend you were wrapped in him, when you could pretend you weren't stealing moments like some crazy roommate, when you could pretend you were his and he was yours, and you were welcome to press your face into his pillows.
Your hand traveled down to your stomach, fingers pressed against the waistband of your sleep pants. For a fleeting second you entertained the thought of pushing your hand into your panties, pressing your thumb against your clit and toying with it like you had so many times before while in the comfort of Mingyu's bed.
But then you remembered the stage you had left your game at last night, and thought otherwise.
And so your day was spent accordingly:
9 AM: playing on your switch after setting an alarm for 5 PM, when Mingyu got off work
10 AM: taking a quick break for the restroom, snacks and water
11 AM: switching from your game to another; texting Mingyu and telling him you were, in fact, okay and hadn't passed out
12 PM: pulling yourself from Mingyu's bed to wander into the kitchen and grab leftovers, taking and sending a picture to Mingyu to reassure him that yes, you were eating something
1 PM: putting on a documentary to listen to while playing on your phone, falling asleep ten minutes in
2 PM: still sleeping
3 PM: waking up to the sound of the apartment door opening --
Waking up to the sound of the apartment door opening.
You were going to puke.
The apartment door was closed with a thud, your roommate's voice calling out. "Y/n! I took a half day so I could come home and help you! I just wanted to check and make sure you were all right before I went to the store to get some stuff to make supper."
You threw off his covers in a rush, feet hitting the carpet. You had left your hoodie in the bathroom, and you had an array of snacks and your switch on his bed. No matter how hard you raked through your brain for a solution, a way to get out of this, a way to lie to Mingyu and say no, you weren't sleeping in his bed, you came up empty.
You could blame it on your sickness, you reasoned badly. Could say you had missed him and you were feeling especially bad, and that in your desperation you ran to find comfort in his bed. And when he would ask if you ever slept or laid in his bed before you would, reasonably, lie and say you hadn't.
But if you did say that you were feeling worse, Mingyu would take tomorrow off. He'd decide to take care of you instead of working, and would say that your health was more important than a day of work.
And the guilt you'd feel would be immense.
"Hey!" He called, his voice loud and nearing the hall. "I'm gonna go ahead and throw some laundry in. Do you want me to clean any specific comfy clothes for you?"
You bit down at your lip.
Ah, well: it was your recklessness that got you in this mess. It would just have to be your recklessness that got you out of it.
And so you went to the door of his bedroom, slowly turning it and meeting the startled eyes of one Kim Mingyu, bent over the laundry hamper, a piece of fabric raised to his nose.
Your eyes zeroed in on the fabric, and for a moment your brain went blank as you tried to recognize why it was so familiar. But then realization soaked in, and you let out a loud, sharp gasp.
"Are you fucking smelling my underwear?"
Mingyu let out a gasp of his own, straightening. He didn't drop your underwear, however, still holding it. "Are you wearing my clothes? Wait -- why are you in my room?"
"No," you said, shaking your head. You stepped out of his room, crossing your arms over your chest, bunching up his shirt. "No. I refuse to let you turn this on me when what you were doing was infinitely weirder. Were you smelling my underwear, Mingyu?"
He winced, raising the hand that was holding the underwear to scratch at his neck. As soon as he did so he realized he was still holding your underwear and, a horrified look overtaking his face, dropped it.
"I -- " He glanced at you before fixing his gaze at your chest. "That is my shirt, isn't it?"
You snapped your fingers at him. "Gyu. That's not what's important right now."
"I feel like it is a little important."
"I mean, not in comparison to you sniffing my fucking panties!" You narrowed your eyes at him. "Is that why you insist on doing the laundry? To smell my dirty fucking underwear like some pervert?"
His mouth dropped, eyes wide. Mingyu scoffed, crossing his own arms over his chest. You valiantly tried to ignore how this action made his forearms, the sleeves of which he had rolled up, bulge, veins thick and running so beautifully down his arms. "I do the laundry because I like it, I'll have you know."
"The first sign I should've paid attention to," you retorted, "no one likes doing the laundry."
"You're ridiculous," Mingyu returned. "And what explanation do you have for wearing my shirt -- my dirty shirt -- and being in my room?"
"I'll have you know that I was feeling ill and in need of comfort," you said, sticking your nose up at him. Mingyu raised his eyebrows. "And I went to take a nap in your room."
"In my shirt."
"Yes," you sighed, rolling your eyes. "In your shirt. You caught me! Your friend of four years was in need of comfort while sick and thought wearing your shirt and sleeping in your bed will help."
Mingyu hummed. Then he was walking closer, leaving your dirty underwear behind. "And that's all you did? Just slept in my bed?"
"Yes," you lied, moving to block his entrance into his bedroom. Mingyu glanced down at you, before he simply just leaned against the frame. Due to his tall height he was able to look past you, and with the new angle, was able to look right onto the bed. "Wait --"
"Is that your switch? And snacks?"
You huffed, pushing at his thick chest. Mingyu hardly budged. "That's not the problem at hand, Kim Mingyu. It's you sniffing my underwear --"
"You went and put on my shirt and played video games in my bed," he said, his eyes glinting dangerously. You started to feel the conversation slipping from your fingers. "Because what? You wanted comfort? I bet you're not even sick, Y/n."
You gasped, sputtering. He raised his brows at you, and you felt heat rush to your face. "I -- I mean -- I am! I'm really sick and that's really insensitive of you to try and say otherwise. I'm appalled."
Mingyu smirked down at you, and that's when you knew the trap he had set for you had sprung. You had fallen into his hands. "You called into work just to spend the day laying in my bed. I think this is something we need to talk about. Here: I'll explain why I was smelling your underwear if you explain why you were in my bed."
"You know what?" You pushed at him again, trying to edge past his large, towering frame. "I'll do you a solid and forget about the panties incident. You just pretend this didn't happen and I'll pretend too. We'll just pretend today didn't happen."
"I don't think so," Mingyu began.
But then you broke out into a sprint.
He made a startled noise behind you, and you heard his rapid footsteps behind you as Mingyu launched into the chase. A loud squeal left you as you felt his hand brush against your shirt, but then you were sharply turning into your bedroom.
Mingyu shoved his form against the door as you went to close it, making you stumble back. You squealed again, heart hammering. He reached for you again, and you let out a muffled scream as Mingyu tackled you back onto your bed.
"Why were you in my room, Y/n?" He sang, squirming so he was pressing you down. He was holding your shoulders against the bed, knees on either side of your legs from where they hung over the edge of the bed. "Come on, tell the truth, sweetheart. Why were you in my bed? Hm? Why do you find comfort in me, darling?"
You huffed, pouting out your lips. "Not saying anything. Can't make me."
"Yeah?" He laughed, dark eyes sparkling. His bangs fell into his face, obscuring your view a little. "Tell me why you were laying in my bed with my shirt and I'll say why I was smelling your underwear like a pervert."
"I want my lawyer."
"Good luck finding one," he laughed. "You were caught red-handed, babe. Just admit it. Why were you all comfy in my bed? Why did you pick out the shirt I had slept in for the past two nights instead of a clean one from my closet? Is it -- gasp --" you rolled your eyes at his "gasp", which was really just him saying the word, "is it because you're a dirty pervert?"
Your mouth fell open, eyes wide. "I am not --"
He laughed again. You squirmed against him, but he tightened his hold against your shoulders. Mingyu shifted, moving so one of his knees was pressed against your thigh on top of the bed. He had you surrounded, had you trapped between his body and the bed. "You're just as much of a dirty pervert as I am. I bet you were touching yourself in my bed, too."
"What the fuck --"
It took you a moment to realize his mouth was on yours.
Your entire body froze. Your brain decided to go on break, decided to tap out. Every single neuron and electron decided to check out, your blood going still.
He pulled away slightly, sighing. Then Mingyu was pressing a small, short kiss to your lower lip.
All systems kicked back online. You gasped, loudly. Then, perhaps far too eagerly for someone trying to proclaim their innocence, you craned your neck, desperate to capture his lips.
The kiss was, in your opinion, the kiss to end all kisses. It was the Mount Everest of kisses, the Venice of all kisses; after kissing Mingyu you would be ruined for all other people, would be left unsatisfied for the rest of your life unless you were kissing Kim Mingyu.
He was warm, surrounding you, his mouth devouring. Mingyu claimed your mouth for his own, releasing his hold on you to run his hand through your hair, cupping your head and tilting it, furthering his exploration of your mouth. His tongue slid against your lips before entering, sliding against your own and further ruining you for all other people.
Mingyu parted from your mouth with a slick noise that, shamefully, sent a flood of warmth through you, all the way from your head to your cunt to your toes. His body pressed against you didn't help either, so large and impressive against you.
"I'll tell you a secret," he murmured, eyes flickering between your mouth and lips. "I've been smelling your dirty fucking panties for the past two years."
You gasped, and he was kissing you again.
His bit down on your lower lip, then sliding his tongue against it to soothe the bite. Mingyu moved his mouth against yours like the ocean lapped at the beach, ever-moving and smooth, pushing and pulling, leaving you breathless and wanting.
Mingyu pulled away, the hand cupping your face sliding. He cupped your chin with his large hand, thumb pressing against the corner of your mouth. "Been fucking want to kiss you for years. You don't know how long I've been dreaming of this moment, how long I've been wanting to press you against your bed and fuck you senseless."
Your eyes widened, a soft little noise escaping. Your hands went to his body, gripping his shirt, pulling. "Mingyu -- but you've -- you just went on a date last night."
He huffed, pressing a kiss to your lips. Then his mouth began to travel, using his grip on your chin to keep your head tilted, allowing him access to your neck. "That's what I told you."
"You lied?!"
Mingyu pressed a sweet, lingering kiss to your throat. He hummed, nosing against your jaw. "Forgive me, won't you?"
"I thought --" You groaned, hands twisting into the fabric of his shirt. "I thought you had met this gorgeous babe who fucking swept you off your feet!"
Mingyu pulled away, tilting his head. He looked adorable, despite the red of his lips from kissing you. "You were jealous? Is that why you took the day off?"
"No --"
"You were," he accused, grinning wide enough to show off his canines. "You were jealous. You were so jealous you took the day off work so you could lounge around in my shirt and bed and mope."
You huffed, rolling your eyes. "Okay, Panty Sniffer."
Mingyu giggled, leaning back down to press a kiss to your mouth. "You didn't ask, by the way."
Distracted by his mouth and wanting more, you halfheartedly answered with a soft "what".
"Ask me," he demanded, not letting his mouth meet yours. Mingyu skimmed his lips back down your throat, nose nuzzling against you. "Ask me why I smell your panties, lovely."
You groaned, giving up on kissing him. Mingyu pressed a kiss to the base of your throat. "Why were you smelling my dirty underwear, Gyu?"
He grinned against your skin. "Because I love the smell of your cunt, baby. Love the way it lingers on your panties, love imagining pressing my face against your perfect pussy, feeling your heat, tasting your sweetness. Do you know what I do after I smell your panties?"
You let out an inquisitive noise, your mind no longer on the conversation. You heard what he was saying, and so did your cunt, but your mind was focused on his hand as it dragged alongside you, the weight of it seemingly like a heavy brand as he toyed with the hem of your shirt, hiking it up.
"I'll take them." Your eyes widened, a little noise escaping you. "I only take one at a time; shouldn't be too cocky, yeah? I'll take it back to my room and press my face to it, press my face to your dirty panties and breathe you in while I fuck my hand."
"You --" Your voice broke as his hand slid beneath your shirt, groping at your hip. "You -- you pervert --"
Mingyu laughed. He shifted, sliding his hand further up your torso while his mouth returned to your lips. "You're a pervert too, sweetheart. Come on. Tell me. Tell me about what you do in my bed."
You groaned as his mouth slid against yours, eyes fluttering. When he pulled away, unsatisfied with your lack of a response, you frowned up at him. You wanted to kiss him, damn it. "I won't. You can't make me say anything, Gyu."
Mingyu giggled, sliding his hand up and up and up, until he was grabbing at your breast. You let out a loud gasp, arching up into his touch. "You think so, baby? Think I can't make you talk?"
A whine left you as he pawed at your tit, thumb rubbing over your pebbled nipple. It was like something out of your imagination, the feel of his warm body against yours, his heavy hand on your tit. "Can't. You can't make me say anything, Kim Mingyu."
Mingyu growled low against your mouth, and then he pulled away. You whined loudly, reaching. He ignored you, hands going down to the waistband of your pants and pulling them, revealing your bare thighs and underwear.
"There it is," he murmured, a smirk of a grin that made your stomach twist and cunt clench spreading over his lips. "My favorite pair. Besides your cute little set with the cherries, of course."
Your mind goes into a whirl at the thought of him recognizing your underwear, but then his hand is pressing to your cunt. You mew, arching. He presses his fingers against your cunt through your panties, rubbing and sliding, twisting his fingers to press his thumb down against your clit.
"Gyu," you whine, brows furrowing. "Gyu, fuck --"
"What do you do in my bed, baby?" He hummed, thumb softly dragging along your clit. A tingling sensation travels through your legs as his ministrations, legs squeezing around his torso. "Bet I can picture it. Should I tell you what I think you do?"
His fingers pressed into your cunt, forcing the fabric inside of your hole. You can't help but moan, bucking up into him. Mingyu moved his mouth to your throat and then he was sucking your skin again, teeth playing with you, and you swear you can feel his canines when they brush against you.
"Per --" You gasp as his finger dips into you. "You fucking -- you --"
"Dirty mouth you've got," Mingyu murmurs, voice deep. He begins to focus on your clit once more, thumb picking up its pace as it ruts against you through the fabric of your panties. "Dirty fucking mouth for a dirty girl, yeah? Fucking yourself in my bed, cumming on my sheets. I bet you fuck yourself in my bed, fucking your little fingers into your cunt. So desperate to feel something inside you but coming up empty because they're not my fingers."
You whine at him, hands moving along his body. Your fingers go to the buttons of his shirt. You messily try to undo his shirt, though your actions are clumsy from your desperation.
Mingyu slides his hand to your clit, and then he's bunching up the fabric as he rubs two of his fingers against your bundle of nerves. You groan, voice heavy in your throat and eyes rolling as he steadily works at you.
"Look so beautiful like this, baby girl. Bet you look beautiful fucking yourself in my bed, too. So hungry for my cock in your precious little pussy. Do you cry, baby? Do you cry, wanting my cock? I bet you fucking do. Bet you press your pretty little face to my sheets and sob for me and my cock."
You can't handle him, you realize. His mouth constantly runs, a slew of filth spilling from it; his hand works steadily at your cunt, your orgasm slowly beginning to rise inside of you. And -- horribly -- he looks so beautiful while he does it. His black curls falling in his face, the glint of his teeth as he smirks down at you. He's so beautiful and gorgeous, and he's intent on destroying you.
"Gonna --" You gasp, his fingers pinching at your clit clumsily through the fabric of your underwear. "Gonna cum, Gyu --"
And then he's pulling his hand away, refusing your orgasm. You let out a cry, hands fisting in his shirt, heart pounding in your ears and chest heaving from the exertion. "Mingyu!"
"I said what I said, princess," he sits on your thighs, large fingers going to the buttons of his shirt and undoing them. "You're not cumming until you talk."
Mingyu throws his work shirt to the ground, and just as quickly he's pulling out his undershirt from his pants and throwing that off, too. You can't help but stare at his sculpted chest.
Mingyu laughs, and then he's got his hands on your hips. He snaps the band of your underwear against your skin, making you cry out, and then Mingyu pulls at your panties, forcing them down your legs. Once they're off, he puts his hands back on you, running over your thighs and dipping into your cunt.
"Pretty girl," he compliments, and you can feel his heavy gaze on your pussy. "Fucking knew it. I fucking knew it. Your cunt's so pretty, baby; fucking glistening for me. Fucking drenched."
Mingyu slides to the floor with a dull thump as his knees hit the carpet. He pulls you close, his hands around your calves, throwing each of your legs over his shoulders.
"What are you --"
And then he's pressing his entire face against your cunt. He doesn't do anything for a handful of moments, just breathing in against your pussy, nose burying deep. Shock explodes through you, and you move to your elbows so you could look down at Mingyu. "Gyu --"
"Fuck," he breathed out, and then he's moving his face from your cunt. "Fuck, your cunt smells delicious, baby. Can't wait to eat it."
A thousand emotions flash through you. Shame, guilt, arousal, lust. It was as if a lifetime of pining had led to this, to Kim Mingyu on his knees for your pussy, moaning about how good it smells as if he was some pervert obsessed with you and your cunt.
Which, in light of the past half an hour, he absolutely was.
Mingyu shuffles closer to the bed, and then he's burying his face back into your cunt. He loops one of his arms over one of your thighs, his hand going to your cunt and spreading out your lips. You can't help but clench as your cunt is bared to the room, to Mingyu.
"How cute," he murmurs.
And then he's diving into you. His tongue, flattened and thick, slides up the entire length of your cunt. You can't help the loud squeal that leaves you, thighs tightening around his head and pressing close. Mingyu just moans back, and then he's repeating the action.
He repeats his act a handful of times, tongue running up your cunt. You're positively soaked down there, and the frequent slurps from Mingyu don't help. Finally, after running his tongue up and down a few times, he stops at your clit. Mingyu thrusts his tongue against your clit, and then he's sucking at it.
You can't help but arch your back, hands twisting in the sheets. The orgasm he had so cruelly ripped from you was slowly beginning to grow, a sinful thing that had you trying to grind up into his mouth.
Mingyu moaned at your eagerness, pulling from your cunt. He shifts his hand up your cunt, fingers idly playing with your clit. "You taste so good, baby," he says, eyes sparkling. His entire face seems to be drenched in your juices, mouth glistening. "Just as good as I knew you would."
"Gyu," you mew, hips grinding down on his fingers. "Gyu, please."
He clicked his tongue, and then he's pulling his fingers from your clit. You let out a sob as he begins to trace the area around your clit, refusing to apply any pressure to that bundle of nerves and let you cum.
"I'm still waiting for you to tell me what you do in my bed, princess," he said, seemingly pure evil. "I can do this all day. Licking at your sweet pussy, fucking it with my fingers. Your cunt's absolutely delicious, baby, fucking addicting. So warm and sweet, and I know it's tight. It is, isn't it? I'd barely be able to stuff my cock in, barely able to get my fat cock in your tight little cunt."
You let out a sob, trying to curl up on yourself, trying to get his devilish fingers and devilish words away from you. Mingyu clicks his tongue in disapproval, and then he's retracting from you. He stands, rubbing a hand at his drenched face.
You watch as he stretches out, all long, golden limbs. Then he shoves down his work pants and underwear, and you can't help the whimper that escapes you.
Mingyu's thighs are thick, the sort that would suffocate you. His abdomen was tight, and the v of his stomach led down and down, straight to his dick.
And fuck.
Mingyu's dick was long and thick, standing angrily at attention. It wouldn't fit in you -- not all of it. There was no way. He was too much, there was too much of him. But fuck -- you wanted to try.
Mingyu's hands returned to your body, and then he was guiding you back up the bed until your head rested on your pillows. His hands smoothed over your skin, pulling your bra up and off, revealing your entire body to him. He hummed, grinning, as his eyes drank you in. He was obviously pleased by the sight of you, his hands a sure weight as he mapped you out.
He slid his hands over your shoulders, down your collar. He cupped your tits, thumbs swiping the soft inner flesh. Mingyu's hands didn't stay there, of course; instead they continued to travel, gliding down your stomach and to your thighs.
Mingyu parted your thighs, and you couldn't help but wince at the stickiness. He lowered himself to the bed, throwing your legs back over his shoulders.
Mingyu returned to your pussy like a man coming home. He ran his tongue up your cunt before focusing on your hole, pressing a dirty, messy kiss there. Mingyu sucked at your cunt, ran his tongue over your hole and dipping inside of it, the noises of his mouth lewd and addicting.
His fingers returned to your pussy, and when he moved his mouth from your opening to your clit, his fingers dipped in.
You had been so distracted by the thickness of his dick that you had completely forgotten about the thickness of his fingers.
You were a mess as he fucked them into you, mouth lazily lapping at your clit. His fingers were fat and long, reaching deep within you and stretching out your walls far more than your own fingers could. It was cruel, almost, how easy it was for Mingyu to bring you to the brink of orgasm, especially compared to how long it could take when you were alone.
Three of his fingers had you moaning and tossing your head back, cunt clenching around them hungrily. It was hell, how they seemed to spear into you; it was heaven, how they fucked into you. He had heaven and hell at his fingertips, and he was using both to torture you.
Mingyu angled his fingers; he began brushing them against your core, that little sponge in your cunt. He didn't hit it directly, missing it purposely. You couldn't help but sob as his tongue took on the cruelty, lapping at your labia instead.
A jumble of words poured from your mouth, a mess that no one could ever possibly decipher. Mingyu made a questioning noise, and then he pulled back from your cunt, making you sob.
"What is it, princess?" He asked, tilting his head. Whatever cuteness that could be associated with such an action was ruined by the mess of your juices on his face. His nose was soaked, his cheeks shining. He licked at his lips, which were red. "You okay?"
You whined, one of your hands going to your eyes and rubbing. You don't know when you began crying, but somewhere during his cruelty you had. You tried to speak, but nothing came out.
His hand slid to your face, cupping your cheek. Mingyu's thumb brushed at your tears, rubbing at them. And then, like a water valve being relieved of its pressure, you began spewing out nonsense, leaving Mingyu to try and piece it together.
"Fucking -- my fingers aren't ever enough, Gyu," you cried, fresh tears spilling. "And I always think whenever you go on dates you won't come back, that that's the last time you'll go out the door because you'll find some pretty thing to fuck and love, and that'll be the end of us, and I can't help but climb into your bed and fuck myself with my fingers and hope you'll come back. And I feel so fucking guilty all the time because I can only cum when I'm in your bed and I want to fuck myself in it all the time, and when I'm not fucking myself in your bed I'm sleeping in it because no one comforts me like you do, no one makes me feel half as safe as you do, Mingyu, and --"
Mingyu pressed his mouth to yours, his lips insistent. He was like a king claiming his territory, devouring your mouth and claiming it as his own. His tongue slid against yours and his spit attached his mouth to yours when he parted from you, his eyes dark with passion.
"Thank you for being honest, princess," he said, his hands smoothing over your body. "I really appreciate it.
"Even if you're a fucking pervert."
And then he's pushing your thighs up, throwing your legs over his shoulders. When his cockhead presses against your entrance you can't help the loud moan that rips through you, back arching and hips searching for his dick, trying to spear yourself on it.
"Fucking pervert," he mumbled, covering your body with his. He was everywhere, surrounding you physically and mentally. "My little princess is a fucking pervert, fucking herself in my bed. What should I do with you, baby?"
"Fuck me," you begged, your hands moving to his curls and gripping them. "Fuck me, Gyu, please, you promised!"
He laughed, and then Mingyu was sliding into you. Tears fell from your eyes as his cock split you in half, too big and too much. But you sobbed for it all the same, hips grinding down on him, eagerly seeking him out.
"Little fucking pervert fucking herself on my bed with her stupid little toys," Mingyu spat, holding still inside of you. You glanced down and, just as you had thought earlier, his cock didn't fit entirely inside of you. "Better fuck you like you deserve then, sweetheart. Fuck you like a little toy all for me."
He slid out, slow, ensuring you felt the slide of his dick against your walls. Your toes curled and your fingers tightened on his hair. And then he was fucking into you, seemingly uncaring of your comfort.
He was splitting you in half, and you loved it. He fucked into you like you were a toy, as if your cunt was a flesh light for his own use. His hips were merciless, driving into you, his balls and thighs slapping against you, the sound of your headboard banging against the wall joining the sound of skin slapping in creating a lewd, horrid, beautiful song.
"Fucking pervert," he growled, head bowed. His curls bounced against his forehead with every thrust. His brow was furrowed, his lips in a pout. He was beautiful.
"Gyu," you sobbed, "Gyu, please!"
"Didn't fucking need my permission before, did you?" He said, hands tightening around your thighs. "Didn't need my permission to fuck yourself on my bed, didn't need my permission to fucking soak my sheets with your cum."
"Gyu," you wept, face ugly with your desperation, "please."
His thrusts were brutal, cockhead so fat that it struck your core with every shove into you. Your pussy was just a means to get off, you didn't deserve to be treated otherwise, didn't deserve for kindness and gentleness --
"You're fucking mine," he hissed, "mine."
With those words you came, mouth open in a loud cry. You sobbed as you orgasmed around him, hands tight in his hair, back arching. Your body trembled from the force of your pent-up orgasm, your body finally getting the relief Mingyu had denied you.
Once you were done, Mingyu gently pulled from you. He slowly lowered your legs, letting your body relax from the position he had put you into. Mingyu then gathered you into his arms, pulling you against his chest. One of his hands ran through your hair, fingertips gently tracing your ear.
"That's a good girl," he murmured, lips pressing against your temple. "Such a good girl."
You let your eyes slip shut, basking in his warmth. It was a dream come true, Mingyu pressed against you like this.
He shifted, hissing when his still-erect cock brushed against you. You slid your eyes open, hand moving against him. Mingyu stopped you, his large hand wrapping around your wrist.
"Don't worry about it," he said, thumb swiping at your palm. "It'll go away."
You hummed. And then you were pushing yourself off of him, wincing as your skin stuck to his from your combined sweat. Mingyu's eyes were wide, his hands still on your body. "It's okay, princess. Really. You don't have to make yourself --"
"I'm not making myself do anything," you shot back, giving him a sharp look. Mingyu blinked, taken aback by your tone. You pressed a hand against his abdomen and he allowed you, falling back flat against the bed.
"You punished me for being a pervert," you announced, slowly moving yourself to his thighs, legs cradling his. "I think it's time for your punishment, Kim Mingyu. After all, there's two perverts in this relationship."
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seulreinaz · 6 months ago
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꒰ ꒰ ⋆ ۪ still with you 𓏸𓈒 𓇼 . . .
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fairybinie · 1 year ago
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🎧﹟‘this fluttering sensation my heart is mayhem but i love it we are finally perfect the two of us, us, us.’ - crown
pairings: idol!kai x gn!reader
genre: fluff, hurt/comfort
wc: 1.1k
warnings: pet names, mentions of insecurity, kissing
꒰ 💌 ꒱ my contribution to k-labels debut event <3 also happy birthday to my bestest boy in the world ⋆˙⟡♡
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“what’s on your mind, love?” kai asks as you two walk hand in hand near the calm, glistening pond.
you hum in slight exhaustion. still, a small smile forms on your face hearing your boyfriend’s voice after the comfortable silence between you two.
“nothing, i promise!” you do your best to reassure. you bring your intertwined hands in the air and move them back and forth as you continue to stride along the path.
“tsk, didn’t know we were lying to each other now,” kai shakes his head in a teasing manner. despite his actions, his words were serious enough. “c’mon, y/nnie. you were quiet throughout the entire dinner.”
ah, yes. kai and his members were back in town after the first half of their tour. tonight was kai’s birthday and you all decided to eat out in celebration of his special day. you were ecstatic seeing your boyfriend after all these months. seeing his pretty face in person after those daily facetime calls was much more than you could ask for. catching up with his friends was also a neat bonus, you missed them too.
it was too bad you weren’t exactly in your best mood. lately you haven’t been feeling like yourself. getting up in the morning has taken you longer, your sleep schedule has become inconsistent, you overthink everything you do now. not to mention, you haven’t felt great about your appearance recently. you’ve thought of confiding to kai about this, but he’s been so excited about his performances that you didn’t want to bring him down.
still, you can only handle so much burden.
you sigh in defeat and warn him in advance. “i don’t want to ruin your birthday with my stuff, bub.”
kai stops you both in your place which forces you to bring your gaze from the ground onto him, slightly off guard.
“we’re not going home until you do,” kai’s eyes glimmer in the moonlight, ensuring this safe space. “i mean- talk to me, not ruin my birthday.”
“i’ve just been in a funk, kai,” you eventually give in, staring at the water ahead. “i haven’t been feeling great mentally and physically and it’s taking a toll on me. even tonight, i was staring at myself in the mirror longer than usual! it’s like anything i do, wear, or say isn’t right and i don’t know what to do at this point.”
kai remains silent and thoroughly listens to your rant. with each word he traces small shapes on your hand, a habit of his you loved. he hasn’t done anything and he’s already soothing you.
“why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he asks in a whisper.
“i- you have a lot going for you, i didn’t think you’d understand,” now that you say it out loud, it’s a little unfair for you to assume something like that. your boyfriend was a star, not avoidant of feelings like this.
“and i…didn’t want to be a buzzkill,” you mumble under your breath while kicking a nearby pebble to the pond.
you both watch the stone trickle along the water creating the path it does. you glance up at kai, who sucks his right cheek in as he bites the inside in thought. he was too naturally cute to you, which has your eyes smile.
“baby, i was feeling the exact same way not too long ago,” kai mentions the truth that shocks you momentarily. you felt a sense of remorse, were you too focused on yourself to realize?
“you were?” you nearly gasp, upset with yourself.
“why do you think i barely showed my face while we talked on the phone?” kai reminds in a lighthearted manner. “at this point you’ve memorized my forehead.”
your lips form an o shape as you take in his confession, unsure of what to say next. kai fills in the empty void and continues to add on.
“i’ve had plenty of days like that,” kai reminisces as he longingly stares ahead before looking back at you in an admiring gaze.
“how do you make them go away?” your voice nearly cracks, almost like you’ve given up.
kai tilts his head as he thinks up to the stars before staring at the one standing right next to him.
“i’ve found that keeping yourself busy distracts you from those thoughts,” he responds. “or treating and enjoying yourself with the little things.”
“it’s hard to do that when you’re away,” you admit in a mutter, a pout following your words. the action brings you and kai to a smile.
“i know my love, but tour is almost over,” kai reassures while kissing your hands. a giggle escapes from you and kai excitedly reacts, pointing his free hand at you in a gotcha moment. “see, you can enjoy yourself!”
you try to hide your smile after he says that to mess with him and kai facepalms in a frown. he glances at the trail ahead and heads over there, letting go of your hand in the process. you follow behind him, confusion taking over you as there’s nothing special about this area.
kai kneels down on the ground and starts collecting stemless flowers. his palm eventually becomes busy with several colors and he stands up, not quite satisfied yet. your mouth opens in attempt to speak, but it’s interrupted with pondering sounds coming from kai as he walks over to the other side, seemingly in search of something else.
you stay in your spot as all you can see is his back, but it appears like he’s crafting something. it’s not until he turns around and walks over to you with a completed twine and those flowers all around it. he made you a flower crown on the spot.
“maybe this can bring you happiness these upcoming days,” kai says as he places the crown on your head with light hands. his touch was always so delicate. “you’re already feeling better, aren’t you?”
“i guess,” you tease with your eyes rolled, that smile coming right back. kai returns the favor as he admires you in awe seeing his creation compliment you so well.
“here, back up a little,” he instructs all of a sudden, but you do as you’re told.
kai reaches in his pocket for his cell phone and whips out his camera app. you catch along and start protesting with your hands covering your face, but he urges you with pleads and cute clap backs. you can’t resist, and eventually bring yourself to showcase your biggest grin in your beautiful flower crown that your boyfriend made.
“now this is the best gift i could ask for,” he nearly says to himself as the camera shutters. this would become his new lockscreen.
you return back to kai and he welcomes you in his arms. you fit right in his embrace and you two begin to head off back home where cuddling, more talks, and movie binges await you before he leaves the next day.
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032104 · 3 months ago
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i keep seeing these tyunning photos on my feed… they look so good 🧎🏻‍♀️❤️
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kai… my love, my most beloved and precious kai.. imagine inflection point cheol pulling you into the locker room after his teammates leave to warm up so that he can fuck you against his locker because he says it brings him good luck before a game.. and while you’re watching him play, hannie notices that a little bit of cheols cum is dropping down your thigh so he pulls you into the bathroom of your private seating area and he fucks cheols cum back inside of you and then stuffs you with his cum as well.. and when cheol greets you after the game with sloppy kisses cause he needs to fuck the adrenaline of winning out he notices you’re full of more cum then he left you with and he gets all pouty because you and hannie went to fuck instead of watching him play (and maybe he decides to be mean to the both of you that night with rough sex that leaves you and hannie completely dumb and sore…)
(love from inflection points #1 fan)
SC & JH — 02:55
you're insane. you're crazy. why would you leave this here? have you thought about my wellbeing??????
warnings: established poly, mlm undertones, smut (MINORS DNI)
a request for the inflection point series!
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even when you dated him the first time, you were well aware that choi seungcheol is nothing short of insane.
but for your multimillionaire athlete of a boyfriend to purposely stay behind when all his teammates were headed to the field for a reason like this?
honestly? you completely expected it.
"this pretty pussy's just what i needed, baby," seungcheol rasps into your ear as he drives his aching cock into you with ruthless precision. "my little good luck charm."
you respond with a moan muffled into the palm of your clammy hand as your boyfriend pounds you into the cool metal of the lockers. unfortunately for you, this isn't the first time seungcheol was shameless enough to lie to his team—saying that he needed to have a word with you first before catching up for pre-game warm-ups.
of course, none of the other boys bought their captain's lie. you could've sworn you heard mingyu bet on how long seungcheol is going to take this time with wonwoo, but that's besides the point, really.
"remember when you used to kiss me for good luck before my games back in high school?" he chuckles, mouthing at the curve of your neck.
"t-this...this isn't just kissing, cheol," you mewl when he sucks at the skin above your thrumming pulse, arching your back against the vertical surface behind you as seungcheol paws at your tits through an old jersey of his that you repurposed into a crop top. "hurry up! hannie's already waiting for me, you horny idiot!"
your walls squeeze around his length like a vice—your juices squelching with each pass into your tight cunt. neither of you have enough time to fool around whenever seungcheol gets in the mood for a quickie in the locker rooms, so it's a good thing your boyfriend knows you well enough to make you come in record time.
his cock slams into you even harder when he crushes his mouth back onto yours—swallowing your lovely little moans as heavy balls slap against your mound. your skirt's more than ruffled at this point, but you can't bring yourself to care when he fucks you so good.
"you're squeezing so tight around me, sweetheart," he sighs against your lips—eyes glazed with equal parts lust and adoration as he hooks both of your thighs across his elbows. "you can pretend all you want how much you're in a hurry, but your cunt's telling me another story. my baby wants me to take my sweet time stuffing her full, huh?"
his blatant display of strength is so fucking hot, the pleasure he's giving you merely intensifies. seungcheol smirks when he feels your pussy flutter around his length—loving the way your eyes nearly roll to the back of your skull as he wrecks you in the name of good fortune.
"y-your cock's too big, cheolie," you mewl, biting your bottom lip to keep your moans from spilling out.
"too big? but weren't you the little minx who insisted that she could take me and jeonghan in her tiny pussy at the same time?" he taunts, quoting something you blurted out in a fucked out delirium sometime ago. "suddenly can't take it when i'm splitting you open anymore? what happened to all that spunk, baby?"
"quit stalling and just come inside me, jerk!"
seungcheol heaves another condescending laugh before pressing a firm kiss on your lips.
"gonna fill you up and you'll go sit right next to han during my game with your pussy dripping with my cum. make sure you don't waste a single drop, okay beautiful?"
you're far from your own release but it's the last thing on your mind when you're working on a time limit. nonetheless, you still preen at the feeling seungcheol twitch inside you before his thick cum gushes into your cunt in white hot spurts. you love it when he claims you like this—painting you in colors only he can mix together.
your athlete boyfriend does the honors of helping you put your underwear back on—making sure to pull the cotton taut against your ruined cunt to make you feel just how much he came inside you. the bastard even pats your pussy over the fabric with a sleazy smile.
"don't waste a drop, alright?"
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"there you are."
jeonghan's relieved tone makes you a little guilty when he welcomes you to the private viewing deck he rented out in the stadium. while you typically enjoyed being surrounded by the defeating cheers of other onlookers in the stands, it's nice to have your own private space after what seungcheol just put you through.
"the game's about to start. i was starting to wonder where you ran off to this time." jeonghan pouts before helping you to your seat by the wide viewing glass.
you feel your face flush several shades darker, wondering if you did a good enough job at straightening yourself out in the restroom before hurrying over here. if jeonghan notices your internal distress, he doesn't show it.
today's game is a fundraiser of sorts for helping aspiring athletes who can't afford to go to prestigious sports universities in the country. the company that you and jeonghan work for is one of the main sponsors for the event, but even if it wasn't, you'd still be more than happy to watch one of seungcheol's games with him.
at least, that would be the case if you weren't squirming in your seat every ten seconds.
jeonghan, ever-so keen with your mannerisms, glances at you five minutes into the first half.
"you okay, sweetheart?" your boss-turned-boyfriend murmurs. "you're looking a little flushed. and sweaty. should i turn up the ac?"
you shake your head vigorously, pressing your thighs together as you hold back any lewd noises from the sensation of seungcheol's cum seeping out of your entrance. "n-no, i'm good, hannie. i'm just a little worn out from running all the way here."
the look on his face tells you he isn't convinced by your reasoning, but by the grace of whatever gods are out there, jeonghan lets it slide.
ten minutes in, your high-strung body is starting to cool down—the need for release that pulsed heavily in your core now subsiding into a dull ache. you manage to follow seungcheol's form around the field without wanting to kill him for leaving you high and dry.
thirty minutes in, jeonghan places a hand on your thigh—a gesture you don't really think twice about because he's always liked offering up the comfort of his touch even when you don't ask for it.
by the time the second half starts, that seemingly innocent hand starts to creep up your skirt.
"oh? so that's why," he chuckles when he finally discovers the mess between your thighs. "should've known cheol whisked you off for his new pre-game ritual again."
you can't help the way your thighs inch further apart as jeonghan massages your slit through your soiled underwear, making even more of seungcheol's release dribble out of your hole.
"hannie," you plead without really knowing what you're asking for.
your boss lets out a soft laugh, leaning in to plant a chaste kiss on your nose all while he starts building up your arousal all over again. "what is it, baby? our boyfriend's cum wasn't enough for you? greedy girl."
you shake your head, pawing at his chest to tug him closer. "didn't come..."
"hm? what's that?"
oh, fuck it.
disregarding the possibility of being seen by others outside the viewing deck, you slide yourself over to jeonghan's lap—facing him with a pathetically horny look on your face as you grind your hips into his. seungcheol's cum easily seeps through your panties and onto jeonghan's trousers, but your boss is the last person to scold you for such promiscuous behavior.
"cheol didn't make me come," you whine as jeonghan's hands rest against your hips. "wanna come so bad, hannie. need it. need you."
jeonghan shakes his head with an amused laugh as you continue grinding yourself onto his hardening length.
"one of the company's best employees, reduced into a cockdrunk mess on my lap," your lover tuts before thrusting his hips to give you the friction you craved. "want me to take you right here? where everyone can see?"
you do. god, you really fucking do, but—
"bathroom?" you ask meekly, and it jeonghan springs into action in a heartbeat.
your boyfriend forgoes all the foreplay he'd typically resort to when he's about to split you in half on his cock—knowing full well that the passage will be much too easy with how much cheol left you to deal with.
"he's such a selfish little bastard sometimes, no?" jeonghan sighs with false sympathy as he props you up against the sink—the sound of him unzipping his trousers like music to your ears. "pulls our princess to the side to fuck her and doesn't even think about making her come? he left such a filthy mess behind, too."
you nod a little mindlessly, practically drooling at the sight if jeonghan pumping his length into full hardness. "you'll make me feel good, right hannie?"
your boss flashes you a lazy smile as he slides his cock along your sensitive slit—making those prickles of pleasure flare across your skin once more.
"when have i ever said no to you, darling?"
he slides almost too easily into your velvet heat, cursing at how filthy you feel around him with yours and cheol's combined release coating his length. but this is far from the first time jeonghan's had seungcheol's sloppy seconds, and he easily sets a rhythm that has you curling into his embrace as he fucks your other boyfriend's cum back inside you.
"been a while since we had sex this messy," jeonghan groans, his beautiful face coming into view when he grabs your chin and forces you to meet his gaze. "i fucking love it when your slutty little pussy's filled to the brim. i'm no olympic-level athlete like cheol out there, but i can fuck you until morning if you asked me to, sweetheart."
your trembling fingers manage to find purchase on the front of his neatly pressed button-up, your muscles clenching around jeonghan's thick length as he drives himself into you with fervor that could rival seungcheol's.
"fuck, fuck, fuck," you whimper, lacing your fingers around his nape. "hannie, f-feels so good. so fucking good. wanna come on your cock. please, i'll be good. i'll be so good for you, i promise."
another thing jeonghan likes about fucking you when you're high off your own desperation is how mouthy you get. under normal circumstances, you'd be too embarrassed to start babbling like the cock hungry mess you are right now, so he'll definitely milk this opportunity for all it's worth.
the sight of seungcheol's cum gathering at the base of his cock in a creamy ring nearly makes him come on the spot. the sound that echoes in the tiled walls as jeonghan fucks it all back into you makes his head swim and he knows perfectly well that you're feeling the exact same way.
"our sweet little princess is already so good for us though," he coos, leaning closer so that you can feel his uneven breath on your face. "you let cheol use this cute pussy of yours for some stupid good luck ritual even if he didn't make you come."
he emphasizes the words with a harsh thrust that quite literally drives you up the wall and you croon out his name like it's the only word you know.
"h-hannie," you pant with a line of moisture pooling across your lasbes, desperately bucking your hips to meet his erratic thrusts as you claw your way to the apex of release. "'m so close, fuck. need you harder—deeper."
"demanding as always," he laughs softly before planting another kiss on the tip of your nose. if you weren't so fucking close to tears, you would've protested. "i got you, sweetheart. i'll let you come as many times as you want. our pretty baby deserves as much."
making good on his own promise, jeonghan fucks into you at an angle that has stars dancing in the seams of your vision. your lover sneaks a hand between your joined thighs, rubbing your oversensitive clit in tight circles that have you biting into his clothed shoulder.
your walls start to clench deliciously around his cock as you wrap your legs around his hips to pull him closer—not wanting even a microcosm of space to come between you.
"you're gonna let me come in this sloppy pussy, princess?" he whispers, the breathlessness in his voice betraying his composure. "gonna let me use you like cheol did? don't worry though, darling. unlike him, i won't leave you wanting."
the sincerity in his voice, coupled with the sparks of sensation shooting down your spine every time the pads of his fingers graze your clit it what pushes you over the edge. jeonghan silences your loud moan with a firm kiss, fucking you through your much-anticipated orgasm as he pinpoints his own.
"so fucking good for me, our sweet little baby," he growls as the mess between your thighs drips onto the marble sink. "fucking love how your cunt squeezes around me. i'm so close, darling. do you want me to—"
jeonghan's words are interrupted with an open-mouthed kiss as you slide your hot tongue against his. "give it to me, hannie," you breathe without pulling away, fingers threading themselves into his messy hair. "want your cum with cheol's. wanna be filled with both of you."
oh, he's only a man and you're one of the two best things that ever happened to him. how could he not heed your wishes?
as promised, jeonghan releases into your abused cunt with a guttural noise, hips never ceasing as he pumps his load inside you. you feel so full—both of your lovers' cum mixing in the sloppiest mess you've ever had between your thighs.
yet somehow, just when the two of you finally caught your breath and jeonghan is just about to offer to clean you up, you lower yourself back onto the floor—turning around with shaky legs as you bend over the sink to present the masterpiece they've made out of your cunt.
then, with the most devilishly innocent look you can muster:
"can you give me more, hannie?"
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Cheol: where are you guys? you told me you'll both meet me by the locker rooms after the game. don't tell me you left without me :(
Hannie: we're kind of busy, babe
Cheol: ? busy with what?
Cheol: what could be more important than congratulating me after we won the game?
Hannie: [Sent an image.]
Cheol: oh. OH. so THAT'S how it's gonna be
Cheol: having fun without me again... you're both going to get it tonight, mark my words
Hannie: we never complain when you have fun with either of us when the other's not around, big sulky baby
Hannie: and cut her some slack. this one's taken enough cock for today, don't you think?
Cheol: well, i still need to get the adrenaline out of my system. what do you suggest i do about it huh?
Hannie: :)
Hannie: i gladly offer myself as tribute
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quokkabite · 8 days ago
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HEHEHEHEHEHEHE—
lolol not us sending each other this at the same time 😭
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97-liners · 1 year ago
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i've been such a huge fan of ur writing even way before we became mutuals and bc i feel weird abt rbing stuff u wrote for friends and losing it in the tags, i'll just take it here AJSDFJDFGH
i love prose that has a cinematic feel to it yk... not cinematic in a sense that it's grandiose or whatever, but rather, the way you write is always full of purpose !! every detail put into ur storytelling paints such a vivid picture of what's happening and you don't just tell us what goes on, instead you show us?? i hope that makes sense wahahaha
anyway, i'm so glad u rbed your junk drawer bc now i have more specimens to fawn over at my most convenient time <3 thank you for sharing these with us so much!
love, @lovelyhan <3
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wdymmmmmmmm kai 😭 im soo flattered… a FAN ?!!! !???? thank u sooo much for this nice ask,,, also you’re great too omg i don’t read much smut but your writing is like a masterclass in comfort
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drunk-on-dk · 2 years ago
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KAI IM GOING TO CRY!!!! ILY THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR KIND WORDS <333
Days and Nights were like... | Seventeen Headcanon (m)
Days and Nights with the members were... - ot13 headcanon
w/c: ~2.2k
warnings: suggestive content, some smut (? idk nothing too explicit, but MDNI), food and alcohol mentions, minors do not interact!!! (18+)
a/n: this was an activity I did to get my mind warmed up to keep working on some WIP, i hope you enjoy these!
Choi Seungcheol
Days with Seungcheol were… chaste kisses before you both leave for work. Sometimes they were random calls during your work break where any random bystander would think he was angry, but only you could practically hear the pout on his lips just from the slight whine in his tone, “when do you get off of work today? you didn’t even kiss me goodbye this morning.” He’d proceed to get his revenge by sending you pictures of him after his Jiu-Jitsu class.
Nights with Seungcheol were…  nights out on the town, delicious food, one too many bottles of soju, and hasty kisses against the wall in the alleyway of the bar you two ended up at. Seungcheol would call you two a cab back home, shushing you and reminding you to behave (even though he doesn’t mind the PDA – it was the tinge of possessiveness in him). His hand would be tightly wrapped around your thigh the entire ride as a firm reminder of the night to come.
Yoon Jeonghan
Days with Jeonghan were… ruffles of your hair as he agrees to help you try a new recipe in the kitchen. Ultimately, you’re stifling any giggles of yours as Jeonghan almost loses his everlasting patience for the nth time over a new kitchen appliance. You’ll find all sorts of items in the oddest of places after your meal is done, even the measuring spoon that Jeonghan oh-so-cleverly hid in your hoodies appears days later in the wash. Admittedly, even after all the tomfoolery, Jeonghan swears every new recipe is the best damn meal of his life, and you believe him every time.
Nights with Jeonghan were… carefree and adventurous, yet safe and warm; anything goes when it’s just you two against the world. Whether it is a night out with each other’s friends, or if it's hours rolling between the sheets, you two will never get enough of each other (not when you’re each other’s favorite person). He’d play nice for you all day, but when he had you right where he wanted you in bed, he’d ravage you until he knew his angel was taken care of.
Hong Joshua
Days with Joshua were… comfortable conversations between tasks, forehead kisses, and earnest touches. Nothing you did ever went unnoticed, even if it was from afar. Not a day would pass that Joshua didn’t make sure that you knew your worth. Loving notes were left on the mirror, sweet nothings were whispered in passing, and deep conversations were held over cups of coffee. It’s almost as if he was fueled by making you blush.
Nights with Joshua were… candlelit dinners at your favorite restaurant shared smiles that make your cheekbones hurt, and whipped cream kisses. However, the feast didn’t end after dessert but continued all the way to the bed. He was always a starved man when it came to you, but you were insatiable as well. Maybe you’d two even try a new kink that was mentioned over dinner every so often.
Wen Junhui
Days with Junhui were… comfortable, quiet walks around town just to end up at a cat café. He’d talk your ear off the whole way home about how cute that one kitty was and how you two should go back tomorrow. He’d become shy once he’d realized he hadn’t let you get a word in once, but you always reassure him that you love listening to him, no matter the topic.
Nights with Junhui were… loving arms encapsulating your frame as you both scrolled through your social media. You’d find yourself counting his moles just like how you’d count the stars in the night sky. He’d give you a curious look up until you’d smash your lips into his, which of course he’d melt into without hesitation. He likes when you take control, he loves that you take the time every night to let him know just how important he is to you.
Kwon Soonyoung
Days with Soonyoung were… toothy smiles and shared sweatshirts. Soonyoung couldn’t hide his chuckle or smile when you’d stumble out of your room in his clothing. If he could, he’d bottle you up and take you everywhere with him. However, it was Soonyoung who followed you everywhere, to the grocery store, to the mall, on your walks to the park when you’d already put your headphones on. It’s not like you’d ever complain though, you don’t know what you’d do without him.
Nights with Soonyoung were… coming up with ridiculous dance moves in the middle of a bar. Everyone was convinced you two were the perfect match. Beyond the bubbly nature of your relationship, nights with Soonyoung were carnal, driven by pure desire and hunger. All you had to do was nibble on his ear, whisper something dirty, and he was on his knees at the edge of the bed for you. God, you were perfect for him, there was no one else like you.
Jeon Wonwoo
Days with Wonwoo were… cozy like rainy days, the smell of petrichor making you feel at ease as you and Wonwoo start yet another movie. You both liked the excuse to stay in with each other all day with no obligations, just enjoying one another’s company and listening to the pitter-patter of raindrops on the window. You’d sink deeper into his hold when he’d laugh at a funny part of whatever movie was on, loving the way his deep laugh vibrated from his firm chest and made your entire body tingle with warmth.
Nights with Wonwoo were… letting him teach you his favorite game and pouting when you’d continue to lose to him, even though he is an experienced player. Shockingly enough, you’d soon become better at it than he is after a few hours spent playing together. Ultimately, this would earn you a special award later in between the sheets for all your achievements. He’d still make you work for it though as a reminder of your bratty attitude earlier on, but he’d make it worth your while as per usual.
Lee Jihoon
Days with Jihoon were… packed lunches and visits to him. He was the hardest worker you’d ever met, someone had to take care of him, and you made sure that person was you. He’d never know how to voice his appreciation, but you knew he’d cared without needing him to say anything. You understood just how much he cared when you peeked in the top drawer of his desk; all your little sticky notes from the packed lunches that you brought him were all saved, piled, and kept neatly in an accessible spot. You’d continue to write the notes even though he’d look flustered every time he’d open his lunch.
Nights with Jihoon were… staying tucked away in your hotel room together, sharing fleeting kisses during commercials, and venturing out to the local convenience store to pick up various snacks. You made Jihoon crack in ways that no one else ever could. He’d like to consider he had good restraint, but that didn’t apply when it came to you. You’d be pinned down tightly against whatever surface he could have you on, basking in the way you’d become so pliable for him so quickly.
Lee Seokmin
Days with Seokmin were… soaking in the sunshine of his everlasting warmth, feeling sun-kissed from all the shared chuckles and jokes. You’re not even sure what you two are laughing about at this point, all you know is that the world seems to slow down every time you look him in the eyes, pure joy radiating through your body and calming you for a second before you break into another fit of laughter.
Nights with Seokmin were… scattered clothing across the floor, up the stairs, and down the hallway leading to your bedroom. Your lips would only break apart to come up for air occasionally. The taste of your lips, the touch of your skin, the smell of your hair. It was all enough to overwhelm his senses. If it were up to Seokmin, he’d breathe you in all day and all night. He’d consume you if he could.
Kim Mingyu
Days with Mingyu were… random acts of kindness, the type that makes your cheeks burn when he’d drop off your favorite mid-day pick-me-up coffee at work, or when you’d come home to a bouquet of roses and a handwritten note. You didn’t need all these items when you already had the most thoughtful partner in the world, his smile when you’d walk through the door was enough of a gift for you.
Nights with Mingyu were… shy, soft touches that slowly became desperate and rough. He was easy to rile up, and you enjoyed doing so by teasing him every so often whilst you two were out and about. You’d pass by him, ensuring that you’d graze him just enough to drive him crazy, earning you a warning squeeze to your hip. You’d have him begging for you by the end of the night like the good boy he is.
Xu Minghao
Days with Minghao were… shared book recommendations, he’d bring you the most recent novel he completed and thought you might enjoy it as well. The scent of your sweet perfume would mix with the aroma of the inked paper, and there was nothing more comforting than that. Reading sessions would become tickle-fights. He liked the way you’d pout, a wide smile on his face as you squirmed in his grasp. He’d feel content once he’d released you, absolutely endeared how you’d immediately bury yourself back in the chapter you left off at.  
Nights with Minghao were… random “fashion shows” that had him clutching his stomach from laughing too hard, absolutely endeared by how you’d exit his closet in haphazardly pulled-together outfits. Nights with him were also experimental because no one else knew you better than he did. Minghao knew exactly how to push you to the brink, knew exactly how to make you shiver in anticipation, and knew your body better than anyone else ever could. He could stay in with you every night if you let him.
Boo Seungkwan
Days with Seungkwan were… noticing how well your head nuzzled into the crook of Seungkwan’s neck. You two fit together like two puzzle pieces, comfortably sipping on your coffees as you two took some time to rest together between errands and daily tasks. You’d listen to Seungkwan rant about something that had gone wrong in the day. Thank goodness he couldn’t see the small smile that graced your features as he’d ramble on, sipping on the sweet taste of your drink and burrowing even deeper into his neck.
Nights with Seungkwan were… long winds of karaoke that would eventually exhaust you both. Seungkwan would watch you with an endearing smile as you plop down on the couch. The kisses were always long and deep on tired nights like this. Lovemaking was slow paced like the ballads you two had previously belted. Or the rhythm was quick and sharp, using up the last ounce of energy until you were milking him dry.
Hansol Vernon Chwe
Days with Vernon were… soft bobs of the head as you two worked on your own tasks. Vernon had curated the playlist, especially for moments like this. When you had asked him about it, he’d stuttered out a response that it was something he just threw together for fun. There wasn’t a day that went by that you didn’t listen to his playlist. Most of the songs would end up in your top played by the end of the year, forever being gentle reminders of your relationship with Vernon.
Nights with Vernon were… as if the stars and moon perfectly aligned no matter the season, the way Vernon’s eyes twinkle in the moonlight is enough for you to believe in fate. Vernon believes in it too, jaw slack every time you strip down for him, rather he is unbelieving you are his for the taking. He does everything he can to ensure you receive the love you deserve, the way your body so perfectly molds against him is a reminder that fate does really exist.
Lee Chan
Days with Chan were… constant exchanges of texts. He’d send you a pun, followed by a random picture of one of the guys, followed by a sweet “I miss you” message. You were quick to reciprocate, as something about his demeaner hit a soft spot in you. You yearned to see his bright smile after each text, knowing that the pun you shot right back would make him laugh in an instant. Imagining his soft chuckle and smile was enough to get you through the day until you could come back home to him.
Nights with Chan were… not nearly as soft as your text exchanges. It was domineering and passionate, but Chan liked when you gave him a taste of his own medicine. The bedroom was competitive for you two in a way, however, there was one shared goal of pleasing each other. You both would always go to bed satisfied, the lusty rivalry tiring you both out until you found peace in each other’s arms.
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abbysdolly · 1 year ago
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hi hi, mutuals? :0
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Omg hiii! Yes I would love to be mutuals, hon!!! I already followed you! ♡♡ How are you sweetie? (⌒▽⌒)
(I follow from @bloomdolly which is my main but this is my tlou blog! (≧∇≦)/)
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spideryves · 2 years ago
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writing joel angst…crushing my own heart in the process
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fairybinie · 2 years ago
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.✰ | how they would react to you surprising them on tour
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wc: 3k (i’m sorry)
genre: fluff, angst if you squint…
warnings: idol!txt x gn!reader, established relationship, long distance is implied, pet names, profanity, kissing, suggestive at some points but nothing big 😛
psst: now that txt are going on tour again i felt the need to write this ! also taehyun’s is a little more sad than i was intending but don’t be fooled (thank you @boba-beom for helping me with this <3)
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— YEONJUN:
he would shower you with physical affection and never let you out of his sight. as soon as he finishes performing and the concert has come to an end, he dashes off to find you backstage, waiting for him. for the entirety of those two hours he knew you surprised him with your presence and it only made him eager to finally see you. he was giddy throughout the day and some moas might even say there was a shimmering glow that radiated on his face for the whole night.
“babe, put me down!” you let out some breathless giggles, feeling tight in his embrace as yeonjun picked you up and twirled you around. you knew he had been working out to prepare for the tour, but damn those were some sturdy arms. the members found the scene to be amusing, giving remarks to each other that at least it wasn’t them. some of the staff even found the opportunity to take some pictures of the two of you, to which you were grateful for later. even while you were looking over the photos together, your boyfriend snuck his hand around your lower back, rubbing it soothingly.
every moment yeonjun somehow thought of a new way to display his affection. whether it’d be hugging you, kissing you, holding your hand tightly to the point where they became clammy, he didn’t care though. when you attempted to talk to the other members, you felt your hand tug behind you and you face the boy who has a full pout on his lips, not wanting you to leave. even when you were in desperate need to use the bathroom (your stubborn self waiting it off ever since you landed, deciding that your boyfriend was priority) yeonjun didn’t want to let you out of his grasp. you had to remind him that you were there for the week so he should give you more space. you two will have your own time alone the other days that you plan to stay there. though, when you mentioned that, yeonjun’s lips quivered and you couldn’t help but chuckle at the boy’s behavior. you knew he loved you too much.
“jjunie, love, you can’t even let me use the restroom?” you say while sitting in his lap on the couch, his hands securing around your waist perfectly. earning a hard no, as expected, you resorted to threatening to pee on his pants, and that’s when he quickly backed away in disgust. as you walked cautiously, you looked behind you every now and then and saw yeonjun stare to the ground, a blankless but solemn expression on his face. he can’t see you leave for two minutes, you don’t know how he was going to handle it once you do actually leave. still, you were greeted with his expectant face once you were done doing your business. “ready to go, babe?” he offered his hand out with a soft smile on his face, his manner similar to a charioteer. he was ridiculous, but you did miss his physical affection and you knew you would regret not giving into it once you left. you wanted to make every moment count.
once you were in your hotel at the end of the night, yeonjun immediately took you to the bed and cuddled the hell out of you. legs intertwined together, him running his hands through your hair as he felt each strand with his finger, cooing sweet words into your ears as he softly kissed each part of your face. though you enjoyed the moment, you had to remind him that he needed to go live on weverse. this was the first show of the tour and he had planned to go on the platform and chat with the fans. he argued, but ultimately gave in with a few suggestive promises from you. “just stay there,” he refers to your spot on the end of the couch and you watch him do his thing. the boy doesn’t miss the chance to glance at you every so often, barely able to contain a smile.
— SOOBIN:
he would offer you his hospitality and make sure you’re well situated backstage. maybe it’s the leader aspect in him, but soobin wants to show you the ins and outs of everything. especially since you’re not familiar with the idol life, you find him educating you on the daily. this time it’s no different, don’t get him wrong, he was pleasantly surprised to see you. meeting with him before the show started sent a shock all over his body and you felt pleased that you managed to pull this off on him. hugs and kisses were exchanged, some ‘i missed you’s’, but as soon as that was over, he turned full bodyguard over you.
before the show started he showed you around, guiding you with his hand in yours. directing you to where the artist lounge was, the restrooms, the secret place where you could watch the entire concert with the staff without being seen. you were good to go, so you sent him off with a kiss and assured him you would be fine. soobin was rushed into hair and makeup and before you know it, he’s on stage doing what he does best. you were in awe the entire time, watching the carefully crafted choreography with the special effects alongside them, while hearing their heavenly vocals (you were surprised with their stability.) you definitely didn’t know the idol life but this summed it up for you. and you loved it, you were glad he was doing it.
as soobin got off the stage with beomgyu and taehyun while yeonjun and kai did their thing in the meantime, the boy couldn’t help but notice you were not in your designated seat. panic comes over him as he asks some staff around, wondering where you were. even while he was changing into his next outfit and his makeup was being touched up, the worry wouldn’t go away. there was some time left before he had to return and he took this moment to urgently look for you, only to see you leaving the snack stand.
“you scared me, bub” he says as relief takes over him. you munch on your muffin while giving him doe eyes, genuinely unsure of his reaction. that was until you realized that this boy had to be on stage in one minute, and that’s when you hurriedly rushed him to join beomgyu and taehyun as they waited for their cue. soobin instructs you with some things you couldn’t even listen to, considering you were too focused on returning him back in time. you once again reassured him, gave him a kiss on the cheek (the other two boys gagging in response) and watched them enter the stage again. each vcr break it was the same process.
there were even moments where soobin would get slightly jealous that others were helping you out instead of him. once the concert was over, you had asked kai for his assistance and soobin was just a tad late to the task. you didn’t even notice until he stood back in a pout, crossing his arms together as his leg slanted to the side. when you asked him what his deal was, he admitted that he wanted to be the one to help you out. you found your boyfriend to be cute in this moment, booping his nose to get some kind of smile out of him. “baby, you’ve been helping me out all night!” still, he wanted to protect you and that’s when you knew this was much deeper than just showing you around. he wants to keep you safe at all times.
— BEOMGYU:
he would bicker with you the entire time and complain about how he wasn’t let in on the surprise. once you met up with beomgyu hours before soundcheck was set to kick off, his reaction was certainly not something you would have expected, let alone hoped for. here you were, arms open expecting to be tackled into a bear hug, and the boy can only scowl at you. his brown eyes squint together as his mouth forms a v shape and the famous words are said. “why didn’t you tell me?”
at first, you thought he was genuinely upset with you. did you two have a fight you didn’t know about? your question was soon answered as beomgyu hit you with his nonsense and that’s when it was apparent he was joking. in his true manner, of course. he bombarded you with questions, asking how long you planned this for, how much you paid, if the flight was okay, if you’re currently paying for a hotel, pretty much all money needs. you even looked at the members for some kind of support to back you up and the boys whistled off while walking away as they scratched their heads. useless.
“baby, if you had told me i would’ve gotten you vip tickets! i would’ve let you stay with me in my hotel!” and all other concerns spewed off his tongue. it was at this point you realized you two didn’t even hug yet, to which you complained about. beomgyu rolls his eyes as he reluctantly joins you in on a side hug. you groan, pulling his arm around you, practically forcing him to hug you with effort. your boyfriend notices this and eventually gives in, a smirk riding off his face as he embraces you with both arms, rocking you in the process. the noticeable height difference doesn’t stop him from first kissing your forehead before he pulls you in for a kiss on the lips, tracing your bottom cheek with his thumb. you two gaze into each others eyes, finally ecstatic to be reunited after so many months. the moment couldn’t be more perfect. you stay this way for a bit more until beomgyu starts going off with more of his complaints.
it’s like this for the whole show. every time he’d come backstage during vcr he’d give you one sentence relating to how you should’ve told him. he’d gotten so predictable that even the members started saying it along with him. once the group was finished for the night, here was your puppy like boyfriend sulking in the corner, still wondering why you didn’t tell him. he could’ve helped you out, especially helped you save money. “it kinda defeats the purpose of the surprise,” you answer with a smile as you pat his head for some comfort. the boy can’t help but look at you with big eyes and it’s at this moment where he grows appreciative of you being here. though he wished he supported you, he’s nonetheless overwhelmed with positive emotions that you’re here. his number one supporter surprising him at his concert. what more could he ask for?
beomgyu also ended the night with a live, and you sat watching him engage with his fans. he answered some questions regarding the tour, how he felt about it so far. you admired him as he answered each one with care. one moa asked him how they should plan for an expensive trip, and that’s when he took the chance to list off everything they should do and consider, spending ten minutes on that question. he was definitely indirectly getting his last concerns out of his system.
— TAEHYUN:
he would be unfazed and rather calm, to your annoyance. similar to beomgyu, taehyun had a reaction you were not expecting. maybe you had high hopes, or maybe your expectations were set too high. you certainly weren’t expecting a parade in honor of your presence, but his reaction left you a little bummed.
you showed up with his favorite snacks he missed back at home as well as his precious towel he used so often. the boy’s mouth widens, showcasing his sharp pearly whites as his eyes light up while he takes you in. you excitedly greet him with a ‘surprise’ as you open your arms as wide as you can. your face beams in radiance and you can’t help but wiggle in your place, waiting for him to complete your hug. taehyun slowly walks up to you while looking at the presents in your hands until he finally holds you tight. his embrace feels sweet and delicate, and though he’s the smallest in the group, he’s still massive around you. he releases from you and puts his hands on your shoulders, “thank you for showing up, i missed you.”
were you supposed to overthink that sentence as much as you did? to be fair, it almost sounded too formal for him. you watched the boy perform to his fullest so you know he definitely wasn’t in a bad mood. during breaks you’d wish him a quick good luck and he’d return the favor with a kiss on your temple, letting his fingers slip away from yours when he was cued. when the show was over, you offered to order his favorite food off the hotel menu, agreeing with you swiftly as he engages with a toothy grin. he was saying the right things, but why didn’t you feel it?
once you two were back inside your hotel room, eating away with full heart’s content, you nearly forgot about your feelings from earlier. being here with your boyfriend after who knows how long, you felt happy again. you fed some of your food to taehyun, doing that awfully cringy airplane noise, but since it’s you, he didn’t mind. in fact, he did the same thing right back at you, his cat noises not going unappreciated. you two shared a nice cuddle session once your stomachs were full, kissing each other deeply as your noses touched each other. it was at this moment where you were reminded of earlier, and you can’t help but form a small pout on your lips, your eyebrows scrunching together. you decided to mention how you felt and asked him about it.
“my love, you know i’m a pretty tame person,” you melt at his personalized nickname for you. the effect of kang taehyun himself. he would go on to show his gratitude and how thankful he is for you, even if he’s not over the top about it. you’re his number one supporter and he’s jumping with glee inside whenever he sees you. he misses you all the time, but at the same time doesn’t feel like that much time has passed since he last saw you. perhaps it’s because you’re always on his mind that it’s normal for him. everything he does is for you. you feel yourself become teary eyed at the speech and shower him with kisses. knowing you two, they become more than that, and pretty soon he proves he’s not just a tame person.
— HUENING KAI:
he would be embarrassed that you came to see him and shy to the point where he wouldn’t know how to act. the thing about your relationship with kai is he doesn’t share his idol life with you that often. not because he doesn’t want to, or you don’t want to hear it (on the contrary), he just wants that normalcy between you two. though he mentions things every now and then, depending on how big they are, he’s the same huening kai you’ve known since pre-debut.
when he saw you standing behind the scenes right before the show was about to start, he became flimsy. they were literally about to open with such an impactful and strong song and he’s losing it inside. he becomes a giggling mess as you wrap your body around his and wish him a bunch of encouraging words. even when you ask what’s up with him, he gives no solid answer. “just nerves, i’m glad you’re here, hun,” he said, fumbling on his words, of course. even the boys found his sudden demeanor change to be strange, but as soon as he was on stage, he was a different person.
your boyfriend’s duality never surprised you. you never got to see him perform that often but you understand why he’s all knetizens talk about. those clean vocals as well as that charming personality that captures the audience, he’s doing so well in your eyes. each vcr break you’d take the opportunity to compliment him on what he just did, but he shuts it down as much as he could. “what that? that wasn’t anything!” even for the dance break he managed to play it off like he was just running around everywhere in attempt to question your eye sight. that was a fail, you know kai’s talent when you see it.
a bunch of kai’s different laughs can be heard backstage once the show was over. you would be sitting around with the staff and the boys to relax before you all left to your hotels. you’d recall some of your favorite moments, earning hysterical giggles from hyuka. he also got shy when you’d give him some physical affection, blushing red at the sensation from your lips. you would whisper nice things in his ears and make sure he knows how well he did. still, he pretends like it’s nothing. this is just a normal day to him.
it would soon be revealed that kai just wanted to be a normal guy around you. he likes hearing compliments about him from you in general, but when it comes to his idol life, it feels foreign to him. you spent that night being honest with him while you twirled his newly longer hair in your fingers, letting him know that he doesn’t have to just be a normal guy. the life that he has, he almost can’t. you two then decided that your relationship wouldn’t mind a little more duality, and kai promised that he would handle your future comments better. a pinky promise sealed the deal, you now asking him if you can kiss him without laughing every two seconds. he made it up to you anyway by doing exactly that.
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cw; jihoon (woozi) x afab reader x mingyu - poly relationship, fingering, biting, marking, possessive personalities, dom!woozi, switch!mingyu, sub!reader, degrading names, pet names
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imagine being in a relationship with mingyu and jihoon. both men possessive of you, one more so depending on the day despite all three of you being in a relationship. so when jihoon is running his nose along your spine listening to your whimpering moans, a smirk on his lips only to see a bite mark just above your ass he stops in his tracks.
his finger carefully traces the mark causing you to glance over your shoulder curiously to figure out what he is doing. jihoon allows his nail to dip into the prominent marks left behind by mingyu's canines.
"when did he bite you?"
sighing softly, you lean your head forward smiling when jihoon kisses near the bite mark waiting for you to answer. "last night...why? are you mad--"
you start to finish your question but your question is answered before the words are out of your mouth as jihoon speaks over you, "mingyu, come here!"
there were plenty of times all three of you would be in the bedroom together. you loved those times but you also enjoyed times you got with them alone so hearing mingyu's name only told you that jihoon had something on his mind.
mingyu groans hearing his name and the tone of jihoon's voice. he had known the other man was taking you to bed, he had gotten his alone time with you the previous night so he had known better than to act like a kicked puppy, though that is exactly how he felt.
moving into the bedroom, mingyu stops short seeing you on all fours while jihoon runs his fingers over your lower back near his bite mark. "you bring me in here to torture me?"
jihoon can't help but to smile into a scoff because he had in fact done just that. "in a way, you know how i feel about you biting her...she doesn't belong to just you mingyu."
sitting on the end of the bed, mingyu sighs tilting his head rolling his eyes to jihoon's words. "never said she did. i just think she looks pretty with marks on her..."
"and she is right here and can hear you. why are you two talking about me like i'm not in the room?" jihoon's hand comes down on your ass with a sharp slap causing you to moan, your feet pressing into the bed. mingyu's brows furrowing as he stifles a groan feeling his pants getting tighter.
"hush, darling. i wasn't talking to you. i'm talking to your boyfriend about his disrespect and what's going to happen because of it." rolling your eyes you wiggle your hips causing jihoon to laugh, his hand sliding over your ass before spanking you again. "she's such a brat but so are you mingyu. so sit there and watch."
mingyu groans in annoyance, his hand moving to his sweats to pull at the tension to provide him some relief knowing that jihoon wouldn't let him jerk off while he watched. instead he watched while jihoon kissed along your hip back down to the bite muttering on your skin.
"he's so frustrated but he's right, you do look pretty with marks on you, but this one looks incomplete. it's just got his top fangs on it...looks like a vampire got ahold of you what if i just completed it, hmm?"
when you whine out a please and a yes, your hips pushing back towards jihoon he chuckles. his teeth graze along your skin while his hand slips between your legs to run between your drenched needy folds. "needy little whore."
"yes, for you." that he knew, you always were, one finger slipping into your pussy, you moan his name only to let out a slight pained sound when he bites over the spot mingyu had the night before. the feeling of jihoon's teeth over the already tender spot causes you to clench around his finger.
mingyu watches his mouth falling open, his cock pulsing in his pants, his hand gripping the bedding under him tightly. jihoon pulls away with a groan before kissing the bite mark then inspecting it to see his own bottom fangs joining the mark.
"now...that looks better. don't you think gyu?"
nodding, even mingyu had to agree seeing the way the two sets of teeth fit together on your skin was like looking at art. jihoon smirks raising a brow at the younger man while his fingers push into you causing you to moan out loudly.
"now be good and watch how i make her cum so hard she can't think straight."
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