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holy fool masterlist
When your Guardian Angel gives you a second chance at life, you vow to save every human that God will put into your care. But what happens when you run into one of the eight Kings of Hell one night after your human falls asleep? What will you do when youâre a Guardian Angel with the eight Kings of Hell in love with them?
MDNI
Genre : Horror, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Smut, Enemies to Lovers, Alternate Universe, Slow Burn
Pairing : Demon!Ateez x Born-Again-Angel!Reader
Warnings : Suicide, Death, Violence, Alcoholism, Abusive Father, Abandonment, Heavy Swearing, Torture, Eventual Smut, Yandere, Religious Themes, Religious Trauma, Sexual Trauma, Overall just very heavy themes
A/N : This story will contain SEVERAL triggering themes and topics!!!! Please use caution when youâre reading. There will be individual warnings with each chapter so please read with discretion.
Also huge thank you to @msstrawberri for reading everything and helping me brainstorm âčïž
# holy fool thoughts for everything holy fool related with the exception of chapters being posted !
Start â 06/22/24
prologue
chapter one chapter two chapter three
#seonghwa smut#seonghwa fluff#seonghwa angst#hongjoong smut#hongjoong fluff#hongjoong angst#yunho smut#yunho fluff#yunho angst#yeosang fluff#yeosang smut#yeosang angst#san smut#san angst#san fluff#mingi fluff#mingi smut#mingi angst#wooyoung smut#wooyoung angst#wooyoung fluff#jongho fluff#jongho angst#jongho smut#ot8!ateez#ateez hurt/comfort#ateez angst#ateez fluff#ateez smut#ateez fanfic
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Misfits Masterlist
When your world comes crashing down, the only people who are able to comfort you are the notorious group, Ateez. Youâve heard rumours after rumours about the eight males who are as cold as ice, yet for some reason, they are the warmest people you know. When they offer you a place to live after your housing is destroyed by a fire, you end up finding out dark secrets that have been hidden for years.
â„ pairing: college!ot8 ateez x college!(f)reader
â„ rating: 18+Â
â„ genre: Ateez, alternate universe, enemies to lovers, severe angst, eventual smut and eventual fluff
â„ total word count so far: 89.3k
â„ warnings:Â death, suicide, violence, negligence, mental health, alcohol use, abusive family, explicit smut, swearing, heavy heavy emotions {each individual chapter will have the warnings listed before it starts.}
â„ author note: I suggest those who are sensitive to certain topics listed in the warnings should read with caution or avoid reading in order to take care of yourself. there are scenes in this story that could be incredibly triggering to some. always take care of yourself first and do what makes you happy
â„ taglist/rules: to request to be in my taglist, reply to one of the posts, send me a message to my inbox, or dm me privately. some people arenât able to be tagged due to a glitch in tumblr so if you ask to be tagged and do not see your name, it doesnât mean I am ignoring or didnât see your request, it simply means you cannot be tagged and for that I am incredibly sorry and I wish I were able to tag you :(.Â
Main Masterlist:
Chapter one: Misfits IÂ
Chapter two: Misfits IIÂ
Chapter three: Misfits IIIÂ
Chapter four: Misfits IVÂ
Chapter five: Misfits VÂ
Chapter six: Misfits VIÂ
Chapter seven: Misfits VII
Chapter eight: Misfits VIIIÂ
Chapter nine: Misfits IXÂ
Chapter ten: Misfits X
Chapter eleven: Misfits XI
Chapter twelve: Misfits XII
#ateez#ateez smut#ateez angst#ateez x reader#ot8!ateez#ateez poly#poly ateez#hongjoong#hongjoong smut#Seonghwa#seonghwa smut#hongjoong angst#seonghwa angst#yunho#yunho smut#yunho angst#yeosang#yeosang smut#yeosang angst#san smut#san#san angst#mingi#mingi smut#mingi angst#ateez au#wooyoung#wooyoung smut#wooyoung angst#jongho
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Hey so what the Fuck is in the air lately
The two not pictured better stay not pictured I can't handle ot8 doing this shit
#ateez#atiny#golden hour part 1#ateez ot8#hongjoong#seonghwa#yunho#yeosang#san#mingi#wooyoung#jongho#atz#kpop
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ATEEZ when you meet another idol!
note: jealousy, death jokes (?), other idols mentioned⊠thatâs it.
#ateez x reader#ateez smau#ateez texts#ateez drabbles#ateez fluff#ateez ot8#ateez x you#ateez fanfic#ateez imagines#hongjoong x reader#seonghwa x reader#yunho x reader#yeosang x reader#san x reader#mingi x reader#wooyoung x reader#jongho x reader
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invitation from the house of ateez đ
#ateez#atzsource#ateezedit#ateez gifs#hongjoong#seonghwa#yunho#yeosang#san#wooyoung#mingi#jongho#lunagifs#luna.gifs#*ateez#*ot8#*lives
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#ateez#hongjoong#kim hongjoong#seonghwa#park seonghwa#yunho#jeong yunho#yeosang#kang yeosang#san#choi san#mingi#song mingi#wooyoung#jung wooyoung#jongho#choi jongho#ot8#from: tiktok#FIN posts
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Ice On My Teeth
#ateez#hongjoong#seonghwa#yunho#yeosang#san#mingi#wooyoung#jongho#gifs: mine#the ot8 part is everything to me btw
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texting boyfriend!ateez about the recent comeback
pairing: bf!ateez x reader
warnings!: mdni, mature themes, dark humor, nsfw.
a/n: i had to, ICE ON MY TEETH is soooo good. im obsessed. (requests are in progress!!)
#kpop x reader#ateez fanfic#ateez imagines#ateez scenarios#ateez x reader#wooyoung x reader#ateez ot8#hongjoong x reader#jongho x reader#mingi x reader#seonghwa x reader#yeosang x reader#jeong yunho#yunho x reader#san x reader#ateez#ice on my teeth#hongjoong#seonghwa#yeosang#mingi#wooyoung#jongho#ateez texts#ateez smut#ateez fic
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telling bf!ateez that a guy waxed you
Back again w the CRACK, lots of usage of the word âpussyâ
MDNI 18+
a/n: yes I am fully aware that I went mia for a while đ Mostly bc I was too lazy to write and the other part is that I lost motivation. Tho smaus arenât considered traditional writing but itâs still another form of storytelling which Iâm finding to enjoy and am thinking of making a permanent thing here! If yall are into these, pls lmk!! Feedback feedback feedback I canât stress enough how important it is. Not just for me but for fic writers all around đđŸ
written by yeorisanaxox. No translations or reposting. Leave a like and reblog w [feedback is much appreciated] âš
#ateez#ateez smut#ateez hard thoughts#ateez hard hours#ateez reactions#ateez scenarios#ateez smau#ateez x reader#ateez imagines#ateez fanfic#ateez texts#ateez drabbles#atz ot8#hoongjoong x reader#hoongjoong imagines#seonghwa imagines#seonghwa x reader#yunho imagines#yunho x reader#yeosang x reader#yeosang imagines#san x reader#san imagines#mingi imagines#mingi x reader#wooyoung x reader#wooyoung imagines#jongho x reader#jongho imagines
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boyfriend!ateez discovering you write smut
genre: ot8 x gn!reader, smut, crack, fake texts
c/w: explicit content - mdni, swearing, dirty jokes, pet names, dark humour
a/n: i had a different fake text queued for today, but in light of choi san the man himself discovering fanfic, this felt fitting to post đ«ą started drafting this five months ago with @sorryimananti-romantic so did we accidentally manifest it đŹ
#loren writes#ateez fake texts#ateez fic#ateez fics#ateez x reader#ateez ot8 x reader#ateez smut#ateez crack#hongjoong x reader#hongjoong smut#seonghwa x reader#seonghwa smut#yunho x reader#yunho smut#yeosang x reader#san x reader#san smut#mingi x reader#wooyoung x reader#wooyoung smut#jongho x reader#jongho smut#ateez scenarios#ateez imagines#ateez reactions#ateez headcanons#ateez smau
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âđŁđđ«đȘ đœđ đŁđ | đđđđđ đ© đŁđđđđđŁ
đŸđđđŁđ: smut, idol!Au, s2l, fragment of life
đđ đŁđ âđ đŠđđ„: 12,9k
đđŠđđđđŁđȘ: Seven times you've been lucky, on the eighth Song Mingi from Ateez shows you a side of himself that his fans will probably never get to know.
đđžââđâđŸ: Pervert Idol! Mingi, Unprotected sex, stomach bulge, fingering, degrading, pet names, size kink, face fucking, dirty talk, explicit sexual content, explicit language, squirting, pussy slapping, oral, overstimulation, somnophilia, multiple orgasms, Ńreampie, sexual audio recording, rough sex, praise kink and more.
đž/â: Wrote this overnight, it's really crazy. Gosh, I am so excited to show you the handsome Mingi who has become a favourite for an overnight train ride poll. I hope it lives up to your expectations. This is one of the 4 pieces I've been working on. It brings us closer to a tender and sensual smut with Seonghwa (I'm still suffering from the idea).
I'll make a masterlist this weekend.
Comments, reblogs and questions are always welcome. I'm completely open to communication, so don't be shy bunnies. We have a safe space here.
Lots of love to you all. Have fun on your night train ride with Mingi.
dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more
"Take care, darling; you never know what may happen. Especially in the night." Asa's voice was soft, but with a note of insistence.
"Asa, you don't have to worry so much. It's just a night train; I've done it a thousand times." You sigh tiredly, knowing it was pointless to argue with Asa, and yet, in a way, she was right. You never know what might happen at any given moment in your life.
"There's always a first time, Y/N. Take care, and be sure to text me when you get on the train."
"Sure, I will see you soon." You pull the sleeves of your shortened jumper tighter as you press the call disconnect button.
The night air is cool and fresh, dancing on your skin like a light breeze, crawling under the hem of your short skirt, tickling the soft, milky skin of your bare thighs. The sensation sends shivers down your spine, and you begin to regret your choice of clothing. It's too open and too revealing, both for the time of day and for the situation.
But it doesn't matter; the train is warm and cosy in its own way, and soon you'll be relaxing on the soft seats of the dark compartment under the peaceful rhythmic rocking, but most importantly, you'll be alone without the noise and bustle. Travelling to Tokyo is great, and you enjoy every second, but the crowds get tiring and the incessant noise starts to stress you out.
That is why an overnight train journey is a nice and relaxing change of pace.
It's a spontaneous trip to another city, just for a few daysâa place quieter and more secluded than the never-sleeping Tokyo. Asa is waiting for you to finally join her, having travelled there the day before yesterday. Rumour has it that this is also the town where you're most likely to find the most Korean idols, who have come to relax in the luxurious hot springs.
They always come here to spend their long-awaited holidays without the constant camera surveillance and screaming fans. You didn't care if you met any of the celebrities there. Seeing a pretty face here and there was a nice bonus, but the main purpose of your trip was the hot springs and a few gourmet restaurants with high user ratings.
It's not that you were totally ignorant of idols; you were aware of many groups thanks to Asa and her crush on pretty boys, but you were a realist, and it was just stupid to have rosy dreams for a guy who had never seen you in his life, and if he had, he probably wouldn't remember you. That's why it didn't matter to you at all whether or not you met any of the pretty idols along the way.
You always thought night trains were the best way to travel. Travelling during the day is too hectic, too noisy, and too impractical. Instead of sitting in a stuffy metal box on wheels and wasting precious time, you could be doing something useful. There's always the chance of a night's rest, even if it's just for a few hours, and the next morning you'll be somewhere else, full of energy and good humour.
This was the seventh time you'd travelled by overnight train, and so far you'd considered yourself lucky. You were so grateful that you'd never had to share the confined space of your compartment with anyone else. The prospect of sleeping next to a stranger wasn't the most appealing one, and it would no doubt make you very nervous.
You cross your fingers in the hope that your luck will hold this time around. As you walk down the aisle of the train, you shift your gaze from your ticket to the small numbers on the tightly closed compartment doors. You try to find your seat. When you finally find it, you exhale with relief and push open the heavy sliding door. You are glad to be able to sit down and stretch your legs, taking off the most uncomfortable shoes in the world. It's first-class. The door opens silently and smoothly, allowing a thin strip of light from the narrow corridor into the secluded compartment, illuminating it with a bright yellow glow.
You've never thought about sharing your space with anyone else because you're so used to being alone. Except for a few passengers who seem to share your point of view, most people prefer to travel during the day, so the night trains are usually almost empty. Once your eyes get used to the changing light, you can't help but gasp at what you see.
"Oh!"
You're not alone. There's someone else in the semi-darkness of your compartment.
Someone from whom it seems impossible to take your eyes off, no matter how rude it might be of you to do so. There's a man sitting on the seat directly in front of you, with his legs spread wide open and his mobile phone held loosely in one hand. He is an incredibly attractive guy. You quickly look away, embarrassed that you're openly checking him out, as your eyes slide down his body. He's dressed in a black suit that hugs his thick thighs. God, this is embarrassing. His jacket is folded beside him, leaving him wearing a single black shirt and a few buttons undone on his chest, contrasting beautifully with his smooth golden skin.
For the second time that night, your eyes met his, and you gasped. You somehow know who those eyes belong to, and who doesn't? Two puddles of melted milk chocolate, the soft, sugary look of puppy dog eyesâSong Mingi, a gorgeous, cheeky rapper from Ateez. Oh, boy.
You swallow loudly at the realisation that your eyes aren't the only ones analysing the stranger in front of you.
"Good evening." You bow and lower your head as you realise that you've clearly been staring at the idol all this time. Suddenly, you feel so ashamed that you can't even imagine meeting his gaze again. In return, you get a small hum of approval from him and a polite nod of the head from him.
You finally decide to go inside and close the door behind you after a few seconds of awkwardly shuffling from foot to foot. The lights inside are rather dim, a bit of a nuisance despite the fact that they hardly illuminate your compartment at all, and you wonder if he would mind if you asked him to turn them off completely at some point. Eventually, it starts to make your sensitive eyes ache, but you don't want to make Mingi feel uncomfortable by asking for it.
The atmosphere was already awkward and strange, and you didn't want to make it worse. He must have decided to take the night train for the same reasons you did. And here you are, the two of you, strangers, although can you really call a guy the whole world knows a stranger? In the semi-darkness of a night compartment, without prying eyes or cameras.
The situation seemed to be stressful, and that's why you were so grateful that up until now you hadn't had to share your space with anyone else on overnight journeys. Even so, there was something strangely intoxicating and exhilarating about the whole thing.
Does it look like your luck has run out, or have you managed to grab it by the tail?
You take your bag off your shoulder and tiptoe up to put it on the luggage rack with your back to him. Unfortunately for you, you can't get to it. Right now you're cursing your short stature for looking utterly ridiculous in front of a good-looking guy, and not just any guy, but Song Mingi himself. You can feel the muscles in your legs tense up in pain as you try to stretch yourself up, and you have the feeling that the bag in your hands is getting heavier and heavier the more you try to put it on the shelf. It's so embarrassing that you let out a muffled, awkward laugh.
"I'll give you a hand with that." The unexpected touch of the palm of your hand against your lower back upsets your balance, and your body jerks.
Your head jumps up, goose bumps running up your arms and creeping down your back as you realise that Mingi is now standing next to you, too close to be considered decent. The scent of his woody, tart perfume fills the small space between you, and you long to bury your face in his broad, muscular chest and take a deep breath of him.
He easily takes the bag from you and sets it on top of the top compartment, the touch of his other hand still palpableâhot, confident, and somehow possessiveâas it slides down, almost to the curve of your butt.Â
You look down and suddenly realise how far your skirt has been pulled up. It now exposes most of your milky thighs and barely covers your bottom. Trying to look as decent as possible, you pull down the hem of your skirt with a soft squeak to get your clothes back in place. Your cheeks are flushed with shame and embarrassment. Looking up again, you realise that Mingi is watching you intently, watching every move of yours.
"You're so tiny." He says this, tilting his head to one side and letting the corner of his soft, plump pink lips curve up in a smirk.
Your heart flutters at the thought, perhaps a little more than it should be doing. You would never have thought that you would feel a strange mixture of emotionsâsomething between excitement and extreme embarrassmentâover something so trivial, perhaps even offensive.
"Maybe you're the one that's too tall." You realise this and immediately feel sorry for yourself, desperately wanting to put your hand over your mouth. God, can't you just make yourself look even stupider in his eyes? You shouldn't have said that aloud.
In response to your words, Mingi hums and raises an eyebrow. There is a gleam of amusement in his beautiful brown eyes; your comment seems to amuse him. Your cheeks heat up from the blush that is spreading over them, but you're grateful for the playful reaction; it makes the situation a little less weird and awkward.
You really should sit back in your seat and shut up so you don't say too much, something along the lines of, "You look absolutely stunning in that suit; can I sit on your lap?".
Eventually, you turn your attention to the hand still on your hip, and the sight of his long fingers adorned with massive rings makes your knees tremble more than you'd like to admit.
When he pulls away, you find that the loss of his touch is making you feel as cold as ice. You quickly come to your senses and sit down on the opposite side of the idol, who follows your lead and settles down in his own seat.
You take out your phone and text Asa, as promised. God, you'll have so much to talk about when you meet. Awkwardly crumpling the hem of your skirt, you wait for the train to depart. For a long minute, there is silence in the compartmentâan utterly awkward, embarrassing silence.
Every time you cast a quick glance towards Mingi, you notice that his eyes don't seem to leave you for a second. He presses the tip of his tongue lightly against the corner of his plump, beautiful lips, as if analysing your every move.
It makes you nervous to be in your own skin.
"I'm Mingi." Your ears perk up in an instant as soon as he starts to speak again.
When he says his name, his voice sounds so soft, soothing, and confident. You can't remember the last time you've been so attracted to another man's voice. It makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter, and maybe, just maybe, it makes you squeeze your thighs a little harder than you should.
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This is messed up.
"I know." You answer quietly. This is a fucking embarrassment. You decide you've humiliated yourself enough in front of him, so after a moment, you add. "Y/N, nice to meet you."
"Ah, so you know, eh?" He smiles brightly, and you somehow melt. "And here I was thinking' we were just strangers to each other. That's not a problem for you, Y/N, is it?" The way he says your name takes your breath away from you. It's something in his natureâa hidden but imposing dominance, so deep with a quiet note of authority. There were darker layers lurking beneath that image of sweet charm.
You have no idea why he has such an effect on you, but it's safe to say the overwhelming feeling is not entirely unwelcome.
"No, no, it's fine." You wave your hands in an awkward manner. "It should have been my turn to ask if it was OK. At a time like this, I guess you didn't expect anyone else to be using the train." Your cheeks flushed, and you nervously bit your lower lip.
"How cute."
You bring your hand up to your face and press it against your hot cheeks, trying to cool them down a little. Cute! It's a real miracle that you manage to stop yourself from squealing enthusiastically.
"Are you going travelling, Y/N?" He tilts his head to the side in an interested way, like a curious puppy, and you can't help but smile in response to that.
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"Yes, to the hot springs." Looking anywhere but at Mingi, you reply humbly.
"Ah, I see. Takayu Onsen?"
"Tamagawa Onsen, actually."
At your words, the idol nods understandingly, and a dazzling smile appears on his lips. God, can he get any more handsome?
"Of course it's Tamagawa. Somehow I can't imagine you anywhere else; this place is your kind of place. Then you're stuck with me. I'm going there too; the boys and I have to spend a few days there before the concerts." He says it in such an easy and casual way. As if you've known each other for a long time.
"Um, it's quite a long trip. Are you sure you'll be comfortable?" You ask Mingi, vaguely hoping that you'll be able to sneak away from him and find yourself comfortably alone again. For some reason, his presence makes you feel very uncomfortable and makes you tingle. There's something special about him, but you can't quite put your finger on it.
"It's fine. Really, don't worry." Mingi settled himself more comfortably in his seat and spread his long legs a little further apart, causing the tight fabric of his suit trousers to stretch and outline the contours of his gorgeous, muscular thighs. His whole posture seemed to say, "You're not getting rid of me that easily." "Actually, I'm the one who should be asking if your boyfriend is upset that you will spent the night with another man." There is something about the way he says it that makes you tense up inside, but you ignore it completely and answer quietly instead, crossing your legs shyly.
"I've no boyfriend." And without knowing it, you give him exactly the answer that Mingi wanted. "I'm just on a road trip with a friend." Shying away from making full eye contact with him, his gaze so intense and focused, your fingers play with the hem of your skirt as you speak.
When he speaks again, you can almost hear the smile in Mingi's deep voice.
"Then I hope you'll enjoy it fully."
Silence falls over you once more. You keep looking at your shoes, desperately wanting to take them off and curl up on the soft seat. But Mingi's presence prevents you from relaxing completely. As the train sets in motion, you give a slight jerk. Midnight, it's now. It will take about eight hours to get to Tamagawa, and you should arrive at the station in the morning.
You let your eyes slide down from your shoes to Mingi's legs in stealth. His thighs are so muscular and strong that he could probably squeeze you between them, and you wouldn't be able to move an inch, trapped as you were under his tall, strong body. You feel warm between your legs, and you bite your lower lip, hoping Mingi is too busy phoning to notice you're staring at his thighs. And you have to push away the thought of how nice it would be to ride one of those beautiful, thick thighs and rub your pussy against it.
"This is a beautiful pendant. It looks good on you." The sound of Mingi's voice makes you jerk, and you raise your eyes to him fearfully.
Instinctively, you press your fingers against the gleaming heart of crystal that sits on your chest. It's massiveâheavy on your chest, glimmering cold, hard to miss.
"Thanks; it's my favourite too." The compliment takes you completely by surprise, but at the same time, it brings a slight, sweet pout to your lips.
Mingi can't help but think about what that pendant is going to look like between your naked tits while you're being scolded like there's no tomorrow. He can bet that it's going to be fucking amazing. His plump lips curl up in a smirk.
"Do you always wear it?" Contextual question: When you get fucked, do you take it off?
"Yes. It's my lucky charm." As if to warm it up, your fingers wrap around the large crystal, rubbing it a little. "It always brings me good luck."
"How appropriate." Mingi observes, chuckling grimly.
For an idol, Mingi seems inordinately interested in learning more about you, but you naively chalk it up to a trivial lack of social contact and a limited opportunity to see the world without the constant scrutiny of managers and the attention of cameras.
You're too enamoured with his sweet, playful personality, reminiscent of a big, soft puppy. You'll fancy yourself under his scrutiny and answer all his questions, even the ones that make you blink in confusion or blush hotly. Mingi is a real sweetheart, and you can totally agree with his fans: He's such a nice, nice guy. Little do you know about him...
He does it almost mechanically, moving his hands so you can't take your eyes off them, twirling the massive silver rings on his long phalanges, touching his plush, juicy lips with his fingertips, and noticing the beautiful gel on his nails. Your body reacts to his every move; your lower abdomen feels pleasantly tight, and you can feel a faint throbbing between your legs every time he smiles at you, making you squeeze your thighs together and squirm nervously in your seat.
"Sorry for asking so many questions. You know it's not always easy to talk to someone." He lowers his eyes shyly and bites his plump lip. You immediately try to put his concern at ease.
"I get it; being an idol must be hard, having to be in control all the time."
Damn, you were so right; you'd run away from him as soon as you opened the door to the compartment if you only knew what dirty, lustful thoughts he's having about you and how his sweet smile hides a passionate desire to push you into the padded seat and fuck you so hard you can't think or walk.
But Mingi was good at it. He could control his face and body very well, thanks to Seonghwa's great example. He had taught him only the best.
"You must be tired; if you want, we can turn off the light and you can go to bed." Mingi said, noticing that you were rubbing your eyes more and more, stumbling over your own words, and yawning all the time. "You can trust me; I'll take care of you, Y/N." The tone is so sweet, too sweet, to hide the true meaning of what he's saying: Sweetheart, I want to jerk off to your sleepy, pretty face as you relax in my presenceâso seductive and vulnerable.
That deep, honeyed tone inevitably makes your thighs clench, but with it comes a flood of guilt as you feel your panties get wet, and dirty thoughts put you in such an uncomfortable position that you have to fidget awkwardly on the seat, praying by all that is holy that your embarrassing arousal goes unnoticed and you don't leave a wet spot on the seat.
"Are you sure?" You're terribly tired from the day. The offer is so tempting, and Mingi is so charming and respectful. A real gentleman.
Mingi smiles softly, but it is a smile that looks a little predatory at the edges as his big, hot palm comes down on your bare knee. It sends a shiver down the length of your skin.
"Sure, go to bed, doll."
You feel yourself blushing again, but you can't tell whyâthe heavy, hot touch of his hand against your skin or the caressing nickname. God, this guy is a threat. You give a slow nod and turn your gaze to the dimly lit wall sconce on the wall. Mingi follows your eyes and reaches up to turn it off, plunging the entire compartment into a pleasant darkness. The faint, diffused light of the moon through the window is the only source of light that allows you to see each other's faces. A smile of gratitude is on your face in response to his actions.
"Thanks, I had no idea how much my eyes were hurting."
"You're welcome, doll."
You try to ignore the way his voice seems to sink lower. It takes on such a velvety, dark tone that it makes you even wetter between your legs. You pull back. Mingi has been so sweet and polite to you all this time; you should be ashamed of these feelings.
As you lean back in the empty seat beside you and close your heavy eyelids, the touch of his hand fades. You feel a strange comfort in Mingi's company, despite your earlier apprehension at being so vulnerable in the company of a stranger. Despite being a world-famous star and just a damn gorgeous man, he really is so kind and attentive to you. You do not dare to doubt what he says. Mingi has promised to take care of you, and you are strangely comforted by the thought. In fact, he really is a very caring man. You begin to suspect that this is true for all of them.
Before you close your eyes again, you look at Mingi. His dark gaze is fixed on you, and there is something raw in the depths of those chocolate-coloured irises of his. The moonlight falling on him makes his chiselled face look sharper and sexier, and there is no longer the sweet smile and adorable puppy-dog expression on his handsome features. It makes you take a sharp breath before your fluttering eyelids stay closed, weighed down by sleep. Your whole body relaxes, and you let yourself drift off to sleep, lulled by the peaceful rocking of the train and the calm presence of Mingi.
Mingi just can't take his eyes off you. You look so tiny, so soft and juicy with your plump arse and the most delicious pair of tits he's ever seen. They're perfect to hold in his hands and his hands are just itching to squeeze them into his palms, feel their weight, pull on those pink nipples until you start wriggling and sobbing. Oh, how he wants to hear the sweet sounds you make as he fills you with his cock, or even better, as you moan out his name.
For tonight at least, he just wants to have you. Mingi isn't at all picky about where he wants to get laid; a night train isn't the worst option. He's been fucked in more uncomfortable places than this. But that wouldn't be very nice of him. Would it? He said he'd look after you while you slept so innocently in front of him in that seductive little skirt. He wonders if you're wearing lace or silk knickers. It's probably silk, because you look as if you're enjoying the light and soft touch of the silk fabric against your sweet pussy. You must also be very sensitive.
Y/N. He is absolutely mesmerised by you. Everything about you is so enticing. The way your round cheeks blush, the beautiful way you smile, and especially the way you squeeze your thighs together every time he turns to you. You are a little slut. Mingi is absolutely delighted with how he's making you feel. He makes you nervous. He wants nothing more than to get under your skin even more.
But if Mingi has learned anything by now, it's that despite your best efforts, you're not a very subtle person. In fact, you're easy to read. Your petite body gives you away all the time. Your teeth bite your plump lower lip until it's swollen and red. Your eyes never leave his hands as he deliberately plays with his rings, causing you to lose your train of thought. You're probably thinking about him using his fingers to stretch your tight hole or using his fingers to fuck your soft, wet mouth. Mingi's sure he'll have to spend enough time getting you to take three fingers in your cunt before lowering you on his cock, and maybe you'll even let him play with your virgin arse. Hell, he'll beg you if he must. Fuck his pride at the prospect of being the first to fuck your plump arse. He's going to have to make a video of himself fucking you so stupid and so deep. San is going to go mad when he sees your juicy arse blushing under the palms of his hands and and jiggling seductively every time he enters you up to your balls.
You are definitely something special.
That's what Mingi tells himself over and over and over again. He's just reaching out to you. Nothing more than that.
Just like he promised, he'll take care of you. You'll feel good, and getting his dick wet will be a nice bonus for him.
He takes another good look at your beautiful face as he leans forward in his seat. Your lips are wet, plump and parted, and he can't help but imagine how beautiful they would look stretched around his big cock. You're going to have to practise getting yourself to swallow his dick whole, you probably won't get more than a quarter of him the first time. The thought of it is the cause of the salivation in his mouth.Â
Your eyelashes are touching the top of your cheeks, your soft dark hair is beautifully curled up in ringlets, and Mingi wants to mess it up and pull it out. You look absolutely angelic. A real doll. Mingi has never seen an angel before. He can't be blamed for his desire to have a touch and to defile.
Idol or not, Mingi is just a man.Â
It all begins with a small movement of his fingers over the kneecap of his knee to the top of his thigh. He can feel how his touch raises the goose bumps on your skin. Mingi feels bolder and lowers his palm all the way down to your thigh, letting it rest gently on your body, and then gently reaches up to the inside of your thigh, making you shiver. At the sight, Mingi licks his lips. It would be easier if he came closer. Would it?
As he kneels down, he places his other hand on your leg, now touching both of your thighs. Your skirt rises with each touch of Mingi's eager hands, lifting the fabric higher and higher each time. He glances over your voluptuous body, his gaze lingering on the spot where your sweater has risen, exposing the soft skin of your stomach and the peeking lower half of your bra. Fuck. He can't quite make out what it is in the dark, but he knows it must be the creamy silk that covers your full breasts. That makes him dig his fingertips harder into your skin.
You move in your sleep, shifting until you're on your back, giving Mingy full access without even wanting it. It's as if you want to make it even easier for his dirty hands to touch your chaste, tantalised body. When he sees an opportunity, Mingy never says no. Carefully, he slides one hand under your skirt while the other continues to massage your thigh in a soothing way. Confirming his earlier thought, his fingers are impatient and run briefly over your panties. They're silk, and they're wet as hell. You're soaked through, and he's already decided that he's definitely taking your panties with him. He'll be sure to jerk off in them when he has a bit of free time later.
"Oh, dolly, you're so damn wet." Mingi moans hoarsely as his fingers slowly slide over the wet material, rubbing it. The furrowed brow quickly disappeared, and the doll's lips parted in a perfect 'o', a short sob escaping from them. "Precious little one."
Your legs twitch in an attempt to squeeze Mingi's forearm, but he quickly calms you, spreading your thighs with his free hand and smiling carnivorously at the soft squeal that escapes your lips as you feel long fingers play with your plump clit through your underwear. If the fans knew what their adored idol was doing, they'd be going crazy. But they probably already knew. Considering the number of female fans they've fucked over the years, the information has leaked out somewhere in the tight circle of their fandom.
Mingi decides he doesn't like the silk barrier. He slides his hand under the silk of your panties and touches the wet warmth of your cunt, making his trousers suddenly feel too tight around his crotch.
As if he'd just discovered a new toy that he wanted to touch and explore before playing with it, he let himself explore the wetness. You are soaking wet, and Mingi can feel that he is gradually losing all self-control and all control over himself. He wants to taste you; he wants to feel you on his tongue; he doesn't even mind rubbing his face against you like a dog. The pressure of his thumb against your throbbing clit finally seems to wake you up. You gasp and begin to open your sleepy eyes. You look around in confusion. Then you let out a startled cry as you noticed Mingi crouching beside you, one hand between your thighs.
"Shhhh." As your legs begin to convulse, Mingi quickly reassures you. "It's all right, doll; it's just me. You can go back to sleeping if you want to. I'll take care of the rest." He whispers it in a velvety, soothing voice, as if he were trying to lure a kitten into his arms.
You still seem to be very disoriented; your eyes are not quite open, and you are whimpering in despair and shame at finding yourself in a situation for which you were totally unprepared. Mingi kneels before you. Song Mingi is kneeling before you with his hand pressed against your pussy.Â
It is Mingi's wish that he could do away with all your worries and nerves. He knows he could, if only you would stop squeezing your legs so tightly around his hand.
"M-Mingi, what..." There's a sharp exhale from you at last, as if you're coming to terms with the situation. "What are you doing?"
The idol gives you a seductive smile.
"You looked like you needed help, doll. So needy and restless. Let me help you, huh? Let me take care of you, Y/N." Mingi leans down on your thigh to plant a wet, open-mouthed kiss on it. When he lifts his eyes up to you, they're bright and languorous, but with that adorable puppy-dog expression that's so well known to his fans.
"I'm going to take good care of you."
You resist, still stunned by the sight and situation you woke up from, and bring your hands to your chest, unconsciously wrapping your arms around the heart-shaped pendant for reassurance. Mingi allows her fingers to continue doing what they were doing before, slowly circling over your clit, causing you to catch your breath. Your small hand reaches out for Mingi's palm, which is still gripping your thigh tightly, the nails digging into his skin.  "Y-you shouldn't do that. You...you can't act that way; what if?"You sob in a convulsive manner, your glassy eyes meeting Mingi's. Sexy, gorgeous, and lecherous Mingi, the sweet image of him completely shattered, towers over you even in this position. Despite your words, your body has its own opinion: your lower lip is caught between your teeth, and your breasts are rising and falling rapidly. The way your thighs are still trying to squeeze together and the way more and more moisture is dripping onto Mingi's fingers is a clear sign of approval for his actions to continue.
You're so easy to read. Mingi loves it. He's always liked the more responsive and sensitive type better. For him, what a pleasure it is to fuck them, dumb and docile.
"And why shouldn't I be, huh?" Mingi says as he intertwines his fingers with yours and leans forward to run his nose along your thigh, too close to your pussy. He takes a deep breath. Fuck, you smell delicious and his drool starts to flow. "Because I'm an idol? Is it because I have to be good and obedient? Or is it because you don't want me to, because it seems like that's all you ever think about? Have you had a dirty dream about me? You used to moan so much in your sleep, Y/N."
You hesitate, closing your slanted cat eyes and letting the feel of Mingi's touch envelop you, your lips pressed together to hold back a loud moan. He can already feel you giving in, even though you haven't answered him.
He's good at cajoling. Again, thank Seonghwa for that.
"We shouldn't..." You whine as one of Mingi's long fingers teases at your wet entrance, and the thought of that finger plunging into you makes you shudder.Â
"We can do what we want to do, or don't you want to do that? Don't you want me?" He purses his lips, pretending to offend. "You like me. Don't you? I'm your favourite boy, right?"
You nod, feeling more depressed by the second, unable to form a coherent thought. How could that have been the case? You must be dreaming. Dreaming that Mingi of Ateez is kneeling before you.
Oh my God!
"Use your words, doll. Say, "I want you." Speak my name." The idol continues to coax you, and you give in, much to the delight of the Mingi.
"I want you, Mingi." You do your best to keep your eyes on Mingi as you speak, but his gaze is too intense and too strong, and you feel terribly embarrassed. He looks almost predatorily.
Mingi grins fiercely and slowly licks his lips. His finger slides lightly into your wet cunt. In response to this, he hears an intermittent sigh of pleasure from you.
"What a good girl."
You sound so precious as he bends his finger inside you, feeling your velvety walls. Wetness drips down his massive silver rings to the base of his fingers. Mingi wants to record your sweet sounds and include them in the next track so everyone can hear how well he pleases you. He should do it, damned. Hongjoong will be burning with envy when he hears about you. The captain has a weakness for sweet little girls who moan and groan. Fucking pervert.
Mingi lets go of your hand to pick up his forgotten phone from the floor, still finger-fucking you. He quickly opens the audio recording application, hits the 'record' button, and drops the phone on the floor next to him, giving his full attention back to you.
You are so in need of his touch. You can't deny your desire for him. Your body speaks for itself.
"Come on, baby, moan for me. Let everyone hear what a dirty girl you are. Come on. What do you say we put some of your beautiful moans and groans on our new track? Mmm, you're going to hear it all over the place; every time you will remember how good it felt when I fucked your little, tight cunt."
"Oh God, that's... You can't say that." You whimper.
"Don't be embarrassed, gorgeous. Let's get you out of those pretty little knickers so you can sing even more sweetly for me." You nod impatiently, breathing heavily as Mingi helps you to lift your hips and pull your knickers off, quickly slipping them into his pocket. He was quite serious when he said that he wanted to take them with him.
Now that your pussy is fully exposed, Mingi takes the liberty of spreading your legs wide open and stares intently at the clear liquid that oozes out of your hole, causing you to whimper and cover your face in shame. He leans down to leave a hot scarlet and purple hickey on the inside of your thigh.
"Look at how wet you are, fuck." Mingi moans in a guttural voice as his fingers push your folds apart so that they are completely covered in your slick, glistening juices. "You've had a dirty dream, haven't you, baby?"
Your eyes are closed, and your long lashes are fluttering. Your plump lower lip is trapped between your front teeth. You're such a spectacle; oh, how he wants to fuck your brains out. In response to his question, you nod your head shyly.
"Y-yes."
Your embarrassment excites Mingi even more as he slaps your pussy, finally giving in to his perverted desires and feeling the moisture splash against his palm. You let out a shrill squeal, your hips shaking uncontrollably.
"Must have been something fucking satisfying, getting your little cunt that wet, huh?" He grins lecherously as he looks at you. You look tasty enough to make him want to eat you alive.
He should really thank the manager for getting him a ticket on that special train.
Your legs twitched, trying to close, but Mingi's hand stiffly stopped them before letting them close around his forearm. You're so overwhelmed by all the sensations, but you're not at all ready for them to stop.
"I... I don't remember. Maybe I was thinking of you. Or maybe someone else." Having heard from Asa about the jealous nature of the group, you say this deliberately. All of the members were very possessive of their fans and very aggressive towards them. Why should they look to anyone else when they are right here, ready to make all their fans' dreams come true?
Mingi bristled. Sinking his teeth into your thigh and forcing his finger into you, making his ring stick to the sensitive rim of your used hole. Fuck. The pain and the pleasure mix together and turn your thoughts into mush.
"With my fingers fucking you like this, don't you fucking dare say that." He growls, the deep sound of it vibrating against your skin. Mingi slides a second finger inside of you, the two of them gliding through the wetness with ease and a loud slurping sound. "You will think only of me all the time. There is no one who can be better than me, doll."
You throw your head back, your chest rising and falling in a quick motion. The velvety walls of your pussy clench around Mingi's fingers. The sound of your moaning rises as the idol runs his fingers along the plush and tantalising walls of your vagina. They seem to just suck him in. You're so tiny all over, and he wonders if you can take all his cock.
"It's only you, Mingi." The way you howl out his name is all the answer that Mingi needs to hear.
The idol can't resist the temptation to lean forward and put his face between your thighs. His lust takes over; the sight is too exciting. All he had to do was find out if you tasted as sweet as you looked. The reaction is immediate: his tongue is licking a flat line from your slit to your clit, which he is circling greedily in between his plump lips. Your soft thighs tremble, your breath gets stuck in your throat along with a long moan, and your little hands cling to his shoulders.
"Oh, oh, God!" You let out a gasp, a barely audible whimper, your nails digging into the hard flesh beneath your tight-fitting shirt. Mingi is hoping that you are going to scratch him to a bloody pulp. Hell, he's in need of it.
You drive him crazy with your cuteness. Your juices are flowing in abundance all over his tongue. It tastes amazing, just the way he imagined it would, and Mingi thinks that he could get drunk on you. Fuck, he'll be bragging about you for days to come, rubbing it in the faces of the members. What a sweet thing he's managed to get his hands on. He could probably sit there and do that for hours, even days, licking that pretty little cunt of yours until his jaw hurts and his whole face is wet. He may have oral fixation, but that's not something he's going to want to put on his profile.
He sucks furiously on your swollen clit as his fingers begin to penetrate your tight hole, the wet, squelching sounds drowning out the sound of a train rumbling down the tracks. You're just perfectâtoo perfect for Mingi to ignore and not fuck. You literally taste heaven, and your voice sounds like sinâhot moans of uncontrollable pleasure.
"I...will...ahhh...M-Mingi..." You whimper, pressing your hand to your own mouth, and Mingi passionately wants to stop you and tell you that there's no better sound for his ears than your moaning. But the rational part of his brain, which sounds strangely like Seonghwa, tells him that it's for the best and that it's wise not to attract the attention of outsiders. "Please!"
You beg, and it's beautiful, your words muffled by the small palm of your hand but still clearly audible to him. Your back arched as you pushed your hips forward, forcing Mingi's fingers to dig deeper into you. You squeeze them so hard that the idol can barely move them inside of you at all. You squeeze them so hard that Mingi's chest vibrates with a rather low purr, which only drives you more wildly and adds to the pleasure, finally taking you to an unexpected peak as you cum profusely on Mingi's waiting tongue and fingers. You are flowing everywhere, and Mingi is greedily drinking it all in, insatiable in his quest to bring you to yet another orgasm, to make you so silly and submissive in his hands. He will take it all and more from you.
Mingi is so hungry for you, and you are so juicy and ripe, perfect for eating.
The second orgasm makes your whole body shake, and the stimulation is almost painful. Your hips jerk in Mingi's tight grip as he digs his fingertips into the plush, creamy skin. He simply can't get enough of you. He marvels at how dishevelled you look, lifting his dark gaze. Your head is thrown back, your eyes are closed, your skirt is pulled up high over your hips, and your cropped sweater almost completely exposes your bra. But it is your sweet mouth that beckons him to you completely. Beautiful, plump lips, slick with saliva and bite marks. They have been opened to let out gorgeous moans of his name and heavy, puffed-up sighs. He will crawl up your body like a predator until his face, soaked with your juices, is hanging over you.
Mingi is a big manâtall, strong, and nicely pumped upâhis stunning figure completely covering you and trapping you underneath him.
You gasp for breath, still in a hazy post-orgasmic stupor, your glazed eyes meeting Mingi's, and you whimper as big, rough hands slide down your sides. He easily encompasses your boobs with ease, squeezing them with a force that causes them to fall out from under your bra.
"What big, juicy tits you have. Mmm, you can't be a better doll." Your embarrassed squeal is swallowed whole as Mingi kisses you passionately. Your tongues meet in an exchange of saliva and heavy breathing. On his lips, you can taste your own slime. It's rough, but you like it that way.
He slides his hands under your bra and massages your breasts, pinching your nipples with his fingers in a teasing way that makes you moan loudly into his mouth.
"The most beautiful and seductive pair of tits, so soft and heavy in my hands, I could just fuck them, couldn't I? Would you like that doll?" He whispers as he bites down on your lips and sinks his teeth into the soft, tender flesh. To be honest, he'd like to tear your lips into a bloody mess, but that's probably for another time.
Right now, he wants to use you. He wants to finally get his cock inside you and fuck you into a stupor. As if you could read his mind, your trembling hands reach out for his crotch.
"You want my cock, darling?" He moves his hips gently, and you feel his huge, hard cock pressing against you through the fabric of his trousers.
"Yes, yes, I want your cock so badly, Mingy." You're not as shy as you used to be; your desires are overpowering your modesty. And you don't have to ask twice as Mingi leans back and quickly unbuckles his belt, and you reach out for it, drawn to his sensual lips.Â
You would never admit it, but his lips were driving you crazyâthose gorgeous, plump lipsâmoist and inviting, making you want to suck on them like a leech and never let go. You wanted to feel them all over your body.
Mingi quickly unbuttoned his trousers. Your tiny hands grabbed his shirt collar, trying to pull him as close as possible, and you licked his neck with your soft tongue. He's never met anyone so desperate to be touched. The way you whimper into his neck, kiss him randomly, and smear saliva over his lips and chin drives him wild. You're definitely his favouriteâthe best girl he's ever fucked in recent times, if maybe ever. He should tell the members about you; he should let them hear your beautiful, needy moans with the endless repetition of his name; he'll shove your wet panties right in their faces, damn it.
With one firm hand, Mingi holds you by the waist while the other pulls his boxers down until they are low enough for him to pull out his thick, aching cock. Running his thumb over the swollen, wet head, he squeezes the heavy length into his palm. You whimper and look up at him with your eyes wide open as his fingers grab your chin and pull you away from his neck. So perfect you lookâdishevelled, tits bulging from your bra, skirt crumpled, and gathered around your hips as you desperately grab his shirt, trying to pull him as close as possible.
Mingi's desire is to destroy you completely.
"On your knees, dolly."
You are so relentless in your desire to please the man who is in front of you. As you obediently lower yourself to the carpeted floorârough enough for your delicate kneesâMingi's hands run through your hair. You're too mesmerised by the sight in front of youâa gorgeous man, a world-famous idol, by the wayâstroking his big cock lazily, looking too amazing to remain indifferent.
"Do you want to try it?" You drool. The only answer you can give is an impatient moan that tells Mingi all he needs to know. Â You're so desperate; you've never wanted to take someone's cock in the mouth so much. It would probably be so hard on your tongue because Mingi looks so big.
You're not quite sure if you can take the whole thing or just half of it. You know it'll bulge out of your throat if you do. You're so focused on thinking about it that you only come when the hot head of Mingi's cock begins to circle your smooth, swollen lips. He lets out a deep, low moan and the sound is pure porn. You can bet your bottom dollar that Mingi can make an entire concert hall cum at once just by moaning into the microphone. Fuck, their concerts must be wild.
Your mouth falls open in impatience as you look up at him with your eyes glazed over.
"You are such a good girl." Mingi whispers, holding back a moan as your tongue sticks out to lick the drop of pre-cum that is leaking from the head of his cock. He's sure that you've only been made for sucking his cock.
It's so easy to lead you; you're docile, submissive, eager for pleasure, and desperate for the praise that comes with it. The further your mouth descends onto his cock, the bigger and brighter your eyes become, full of pleading as you look up at Mingy, watching how he reacts, wanting to know if you're doing well. Mingi knows that if he were to send your picture to the members right now, it would cause a universal heart attack. They're absolute wimps for obedient little girls that they can scold and use at will.
"Look at you." He takes a sharp breath and runs his thumbs over your pouting cheeks. You look wickedly adorable, and perhaps Mingi is tempted to shove his cock even deeper down your throat, so that you choke on it and begin to sob. "You bruised your knees just so you could suck my cock. How did I get to be so lucky?"
The stifled moan that you let out is accompanied by a thrust of your hips that makes you feel like you are starting to choke. You try your best to relax your jaw as much as possible, holding back the coughing that starts to bubble up in your throat and forcing yourself to calm down. You look at Mingi through the protruding tears and blink your eyes slowly, waiting for the idol to start to fuck you down your throat. He takes no more than a second to realise what you're proposing.
"Want me to fuck your mouth, baby?" Your strangled moan stops momentarily as Mingi moves his hips again, pushing further into the enveloping wet heat, throwing your head back as you accept his heavy, massive length without complaining. "Damn beautiful, such a pretty cock slut."
Your lips tingle around the suggestive girth, and your cheeks are warm from the praise and effort you've put into his pleasure. You look so dishevelled right now, saliva dripping from your chin down your neck and between your heavy tits falling out of your bra. Your knees are red from rubbing against the rough carpet, your eyes are wet and red from unshed tears, and a small puddle of your secretions is also collecting underneath you, dripping freely from your quivering cunt. You haven't even been fucked yet, and you probably look as fucked as you feel. Even though you have every hope that you will be soon.
When Mingi suddenly yanks you by the hair and pulls you away from his cock, you make a half-squeaky sound and look at him with a crying, hurt look on your face, as if your favourite toy has just been taken away from you. Mingi leans down and pulls you to him for a dirty kiss, his tongue thrusting into your mouth and licking it from the inside to the outside as he tastes himself.Â
It may be disgusting, but your moans are enthusiastic, and you enjoy every second of it.
"You're so beautiful, dolly. What am I going to do with you?" His words are breathed in through searing kisses, the lips sliding together at random, smearing saliva and mucus all over. Damn, this is unrealistically hotâall of his fantasies coming to life in a beautiful girl who just happens to be sharing a compartment with him on the night train. "Maybe I should have you with me for an introduction to the other members? How would you like it if I were to fuck that obliging mouth of yours off in front of the whole group?"
Enjoying his praise and such a tantalising prospect, you whimper again. Being their whore isn't such a bad option, to be honest; as long as you're fed and well fucked, it's enough to have fun.
"I can't seem to keep my hands off of you, sweetheart. You're literally a pollination." Mingi's deep, velvety whisper tickles your ears. He reaches out to take the palm of your hand and cradle it against his cock.Â
It's a heavy, hot length, resting perfectly in the palm of your hand, and you long to feel it inside of you. It's big, big enough to send you to heaven with every thrust, and the big head hits you right on the cervix with every thrust of those skilled hips. God bless his dancing skills, because, as you know, dancers can fuck like gods.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" You gasp as Mingi's big hand glides over yours, both of them sliding up and down his hard cock in a confident manner. "With your beautiful eyes and the beauty of your face, Perfect, sweet lips, perfect for the sucking of my cock." He bites down on the torn lower lip you have bitten and kissed and pulls it into his mouth, then pulls back to give you a chaste kiss on your swollen mouth. "All of this is just for me."
Leaning completely on Mingi in front of you, your weak legs have long since stopped supporting you. Your beautiful mouth is open a little, a small whimper escaping from the depths of your throat as you savour the praise that is pouring down upon you. It makes you feel so damn good.
"You are such a delicious girl." Mingi moans as he bites down hard on one of your lips. He turns you around and pushes you in front of him until you find yourself pressing your face first against the fogged-up window. You look out, eyes wide open. There is nothing on the road, just wide fields whizzing by in a fast, blurred image. But something about the thought of somehow seeing how Mingi is fucking you stupid in front of windows makes you wet. Your pussy clenches against nothing. You arch your back and your plump, soft arse, trying to rub against Mingi's cock.
His commanding hand pulls one of your buttocks back to reveal your wet cunt and virgin anal opening. Fuck, you look so delicious. He thinks about pushing his face into your pussy once more and licking you until the morning comes. Next time, he says to himself, shaking his head in the hope that the urge will go away. His hair is falling down over his eyes, giving him that same vicious look that makes their fans go crazy for them.Â
"I'm going to fuck you like this." Mingi whispers, clenching the lobe of your ear with his teeth. "You'll be a good girl, and you'll be quiet for me so that nobody else can hear how good and how deep I'm fucking you. Do you understand me?"
The rough, big palm slapping your mouth muffled the impatient moan you made as the head of Mingi's cock pushed your sticky folds apart from behind.
"What I told you, doll. If you want to feel me inside you, you need to hear it. I can tease you all night long and play with your lusty little pussy if you are naughty." His words are disapproving and you do a quick nod of understanding. You're going to be good for him. You know you can. You will do everything Mingi asks of you and fulfil his every wish.
Mingi continues to tease you, enjoying the stuttering moans that are muffled by his hand as his cock slides between your folds, rubbing against your clit but never penetrating you. The bulging head of his cock clings to the edge of your throbbing hole and you want to start begging for it. It's agonising, and your eyes fill with tears of frustration at how much you want to feel the thick, long Mingi's cock inside you.
"Have I upset you, doll?" Mingi cooed at the sound of your sobs. "You want my cock so badly. Don't you?" Confirming his words, you nodded mindlessly. "Baby, you know how much I love you; I can't upset my fans." One second you're empty, needy, and throbbing with anticipation, and the next Mingi's thick cock is shoved deep inside you, your oozing hole struggling to get used to his massive size.
A wheeze bursts from your lungs at the intensity of the thrust, your breasts pressed against the window. Your nipples are hardening from the cold of the glass and are becoming even more sensitive than they were before. It's so painful and so good that you're on the verge of tears.
"So perfect, if only you could see the way your beautiful cunt is taking my cock in. I thought you'd have to be stretched for that, but what a pleasant surprise; you don't need it." The sultry purr makes you roll your eyes. His voice is a damned aphrodisiac, making you dumber and wetter, your juices squirting around his cock with every sinful move he make of his hips. Mingi fucks like a god; you were right about him.
You whimper weakly as your nipples rub against the cold glass of the window. Rationality has left you completely. Drool flows freely into Mingi's palm, which is still clamped over your mouth. Your legs turn to jelly as Mingi holds you with a strong arm around your waist, sliding hard in and out of your wet cunt, causing your eyes to roll back in your head. Somewhere far away, your mind is foggy. All it can think about is how good you feel and how much you want this to never end. It's like you're addicted to a drug and you need more Mingiâmore, more, and more.
The narrow, velvety walls of your vagina close in over Mingi's dick, pulling him inside and holding him in what feels like a soft vice. Mingi's low, deep moans, the slapping against skin, and the loud, rhythmic squelching echo around you. It's so damned loud, even when he's holding back, and you can't help imagining what it would sound like elsewhere. This must be in their dorm; the rooms are soundproof because he's a terribly loud, whining, moaning mess.Two long fingers slide into your mouth and onto your tongue. You gurgle around them, sucking hard, the cold of the rings burning you, and it's so erotic.
"The best for me." That's all Mingi has to say to you before his thrusts get faster and faster, becoming almost aggressive as he presses you up against the window, his muscular thighs slapping against your plump arse.
All you can do is take what you're given and lick his fingers deep into your mouth as his massive cock fucks the life out of you. You throb and whip your juices around him. As your orgasm hits you, you rest your head on Mingi's shoulder. You arch up and shake with your whole body. Mingi's cock is still thrusting into you. He is having a hard time moving because you are squeezing him so hard. He doesn't stop hitting you, he moves his hips in a calculated way, hitting that special spot that makes you want to see the stars. It's almost mocking. The intense stimulation is searing, almost maddening, as if you're stuck somewhere between heaven and hell.
"That's it, doll. You look so beautiful when you cum so hard. Maybe I should fuck you on stage before all the fans, so they can see what a pretty face you make when my cock is so deep inside you." Teeth sink into your shoulder, and you give a weak whimper. "Or maybe you want me to film it so that I can jerk off any time I feel like it? Tonight I'm going to watch you cum over and over and over again."
Mingi seems to really mean what he says, because it's pretty clear from the way he keeps moving inside of you that he won't be satisfied until he's gotten a few more out of you. His endurance is something rabbits would envy. Mingi fucks like an animal, but it's fucking splendidly.
You squeal in overexcitement and run your hands over the window in front of you, leaving a trail of fingerprints all over the glass. You moan loudly as Mingi comes out of you, your used-up, reddened hole shrinking in the emptiness as you instinctively try to close around the hot, massive length. He has literally broken all the men in your life. How the hell are you going to be able to have sex with anyone else after this?
You'll be in need of rehab for the rest of your life.
He pulls you by your waist like a real doll. You find yourself on the lap of a cheeky idol. Your hips are shaking, and you are trying to hold on to him, clutching at Mingi's broad, muscular shoulders with your hands. He stares at you with a lustful, wet gaze, his eyes gliding over every curve and every mark he's left on you. And Mingi isn't finished with you yet.
"Now let's plant you properly, baby." As he pushes you onto his cock, his hands grab your arse and spread your cheeks. The squelching sound is loud and sickening as you sink down onto him completely. Mingi presses his hand on your belly as the head of his cock protrudes from under the thin skin of yours. "That's right, you take me so well. Your cunt is the perfect place for the warmth of my cock to be. Don't you think so, dolly?" He's almost purring like a fucking cat, and you're not thinking anything; you're just mindlessly nodding along to everything he says. Â You moan longingly as he circles your hips, and you settle comfortably on his cock. You're so full that he presses against every sensitive spot inside you, making you gasp for air. With Mingi's help, you begin to rise and fall, slapping your arse against his muscular thighs, your mouth ajar, your eyelashes fluttering, and your chubby cheeks wet and hot. You're pure sin. Your legs are too weak to ride Mingi properly, but the idol doesn't care; he's doing fine on his own, guiding your hips as he pleases and driving his cock into you with powerful, deep thrusts.
As he hits you in all the right places, making your toes curl, you see stars behind your closed eyes. You sob openly, your slippery lips pressing against Mingi's neck in an attempt to muffle your moans. You whimper about how good it feels, how deep it goes, and how he never wants to stop. With each thrust, the round, wet head comes to rest against your cervix.
You shudder and squirm in his hands as Mingi presses his fingers against your swollen clit. You can feel it; you're so damn wet. You're flowing like a waterfall, all the way down the length of Mingi and probably all the way down to your balls, forming a puddle on the seat beneath you. You don't want this moment to end; you feel so full and satisfied.
He can collar you and drag you all over the world if he wants to, just so you can keep feeling that gorgeous cock inside you.
"Now! I'm going to cum now, Mingi!" You squeal, pressing your hand to your mouth and bouncing up and down in spite of the tension in your thighs, your tits jiggling with every move you make. Aydol leans forward and catches one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his hot, silky tongue around it as he licks it. Are all rappers that good with their tongues, or is it just something that Mingi does? So you come for the third time that night, your head thrown back and your muscles burning as you continue to be fucked mercilessly. You contract and throb relentlessly all over the thick length that has been pushed deep inside you.
It's a lot, so damn much, but Mingi is still insatiable. To be honest, you wonder where all this sexual appetite comes from with such a constant workload. He could probably go at it with you the whole night through, changing position after position until you pass out. Â Mingi isn't enough; he isn't full enough to be finished with you.
He turns you over on your back, and you slam your back into the uncomfortable seat. Mingi is still so hard; the head of his cock is a fierce shade of red; his balls are throbbing; one more orgasm from you, and maybe he'll finally let himself come and make a real mess of you. The prospect of flooding you with his cum would be heavenly for him; you would look so beautiful with thick white jets of cum flowing all over your face. It was definitely an unforgettable sight.
Your walls are on fire as Mingi's cock struggles to get back into the nice velvety warmth, and you shake your head underneath it, visibly shaking your whole body and letting out the most beautiful wet sobs.
"It's too much; I can't! God, Mingi, I can't." Mingi kisses you lovingly to calm you down, and you breathe heavily, tears streaming down your cheeks.
"That's OK, baby; you're OK. You can give me another one, right? I know you can, beautiful doll. Come on, make me cum."
"Just one more time." Your voice is barely a whisper.
"Yes, just one. And you can get some rest. I promise." It's something between a promise and an assurance; the words are little more than reassurance, but you're in agreement.
If you had another member with you, you can't even imagine what it would have been like. You wouldn't have survived. And you wonder how fans keep referring to the idols as cute prince charmers with big innocent eyes. Never again.
Mingi squeezes your plump breasts in her hands and bends her head down so that she can take one of your nipples in her mouth. You're too sensitive right now, and even this action makes your hips tremble slightly. Her tongue swirls around the hard bud until Mingi begins to suck tangibly. You tangle your fingers in the surprisingly soft hair, your breasts rising and falling rapidly as you slowly recover from the hypersensitivity of your last orgasm. Mingi's cock is still warm deep inside you.
His hips begin to move gently, in a slow, erotic rhythm, as his teeth graze your nipple, making you whimper. It is this kind of change that almost gives you whiplash. You wrap your legs around Mingi's slender waist and scratch his back with your nails; it hurts, but in a good way. Deep down, you always knew you were a bit of a masochist.
"Look, baby, you're doing so well. You look amazing." The deep, gentle movements of his hips hit the right spot in you. You jump, and you see white spots in front of your eyes. "You need this, don't you? You need to be fucked until you can't take it any more, you little slut."
You nod desperately. It's exactly what you've always needed. A fuck on the edge of your life is exactly what you need after a string of unsatisfying, disappointing partners, after work and endless errands, after the weariness of the day and the noise of the crowd. And it seems that Mingi does too.
You never expected to intentionally meet an idol, and you certainly didn't expect him to remember your face, let alone your name, but here you are with Mingi's cock from Ateez deep inside you, and to be honest, it's the best thing that's ever happened to you in your whole life.
You're so lucky.
Your eyes are closed, your mouth is open in a silent moan, and your breasts are shaking with every thrust. And just as Mingi expected, the crystal pendant looks amazing between your bare tits.
You are being fucked so well that you can't find the right words to describe it. The contrast between you and Mingi is striking: you're completely dishevelled, shattered in every sense of the word, shivering, your clothes half hanging off your body, while Mingi has only drops of sweat on his forehead with long strands of fringes clinging to them, his trousers still on his hips, unbuttoned just so his cock can slip out, his shirt sleeves rolled up, and his hair slightly dishevelled.
In a selfish desire to cum, you are pressed mercilessly into the seat, fucking the rest of your life out of you.
"Cum inside." You whisper, barely coherent. "Please, Mingi."
Mingi growls at this request, losing all self-control at the thought of him filling you with his cum, forcing you to keep it inside you so that all you can think about is him. Feeling him inside you with every step you take. He rubs your swollen clit hard with his thumb, making sure he squeezes the last orgasm out of you. His hips set a frantic, jagged rhythm as he enters your pussy that still flows around him, wet squelches and slaps echoing between you. Â It's the final orgasm that finally brings Mingi to his own release. He lets his head drop low as he bites the back of your neck to stifle a loud, prolonged moan, both of you lost in their own pleasure. Mingi's orgasm is so intense that you can feel his cum running down the sides of your cunt, filling you to the brim. The intensity causes him to go blind for a few seconds, and it takes him a while to come to.
This is new. Even for him.
Mingi finally pulls back to look at you. He coos softly as he notices how broken and completely fucked you look.
"That's my girl. You did great, doll." He whispers in a low voice and leaves soft kisses on your bitten skin. His lips are like soft, fluffy cloudsâvery soft and delicate.
Your vision is blurred and your mind is a mess, and you don't seem to be able to function properly anytime soon, but the only thing you're sure of is how content and satisfied you feel right now. You whimper pitifully as Mingi comes out of you, trying to squeeze your hole to keep the cum from leaking out. But it's inevitable; a small amount leaks out of you anyway in a thick, creamy mass.
"Let's get you cleaned up, doll, so you can get some rest afterwards."
Despite the sperm leaking out of you, your head tilts helplessly to the side as Mingi helps you put your clothes back on. He seems to be enjoying the sight, making no effort to wipe it off. Disgusting, yes. He doesn't give a fuck. Nobody ever said he was a nice boy.
You cringe at the sensation. But the knowledge that it's Mingi's cum gives you endless perverse pleasure. You're tired, too exhausted to want anything more than to sleep. You still have hours of travel ahead of you; you must rest before Asa meets you at the train station.
Mingi notices your condition. He has already straightened your clothes and picked up your mobile phone from the floor. The recording is safely stored in a private folder. It is protected by a complex, multi-digit password.
"Y/N, you can sleep now. I'll keep an eye on you." He laughs as he says that, because that's exactly what he said before he started fingering you. But this time, he really means what he says.
"Whatever you want to say." You reply with a smile and finally take off your shoes, which are uncomfortable as hell, and curl up into a ball. "I think, thank you, Mingi. You know, for the sex."
"Don't thank me; I'm kind of totally into you."
"Good night, then."
"Dream about me, Y/N."
By the time you wake up, the train has already arrived at Tamagawa Station. As you would expect, Mingi is nowhere in sight, but your duffel bag is on his seat opposite you. He's not a complete bastard, after all. You pack quickly and fly off the train, straight into Asa's warm embrace.
"Hey girl, you're finally here. God, you look tired and exhausted." If she only had a clue...
"Long night," you reply simply with a shrug of your shoulders.
"Well, let's go. The hot springs are waiting for us, and I hear there's a famous group staying at this resort right now. Maybe we'll meet some of the idols." Asa is terribly excited and is dragging you by the hand in the direction of her car.
You vaguely remember what Mingi had said about him and the boys coming here to relax before their concerts. But you don't even know if they stay here or not, and this is a big resort. What are the chances?
When you get into the car, the only thing you can think about is Mingi's dried semen on your thighs and where the hell your knickers have gone.Â
On the next day.
"This is it; I can't stand it any longer. How can you stand it??"Asa whined as she climbed out of the big hot tub with the bubbling hot water. She was all flushed, the pretty pink bathing suit clinging to her body like a second skin, until she changed into a fluffy white dressing gown.
"It's hot springs, Asa. That's the point.."You rest your head on the padded side and laugh at her pained expression. It's a beautiful resort, after all. "Go on. I'm going to be here for a while."
"Yes, don't get boiled alive; there's no one to save you. We're the last ones here tonight; you can sit here alone all night." You realise that Asa has already left, her voice coming from somewhere far away.
The hot water relaxes you, and you feel so good, warm, and comfortable. While enjoying your own moment, you close your eyes.
The next time you open your eyes, there will be a piece of fabric dangling in front of your face, or rather, is it a pair of panties? Cream-coloured silk with a delicate ruffle around the edgeâit's definitely a pair of panties. It's your panties! Oh, shit. You turn sharply around and sail away from the edge to look into a face full of a seductive grin and the most gorgeous cat-like features.
"These are yours, aren't they?" The voice sticks to your skin like a kiss of love, so honeyed and sweet. Shocked by the situation, you nod your head stupidly, not knowing how to choose your words. "Oh, I finally found you. You know, Mingi has told us a lot about you, y/n." The man slips easily into the hot tub, unfastening his white dressing gown, revealing a chiselled, gorgeous body. For your taste, too close. He corners you unceremoniously, putting his hands on either side of your face, his wide shouders completely blocking you from seeing. "I'm San. But you already know that, don't you, baby?" He literally whispers the last word in your ear, sending a shiver down your entire body and hardening your nipples, even though the water is warm. "You know, we're resting here before the concerts start. It would be really nice to have a pretty kitty like you to keep us company."
Belatedly, especially when San's lips begin to trace a light path down your neck, you understand the meaning of his words.
"Us? I don't understand." You give him a slight push away from you, but he doesn't move an inch.
"To us, of course, you silly kitty - Ateez. You see, our leader is very interested in making a personal record of all your cute little sounds." He leans over to you and whispers in your ear in a conspiratorial manner. "We had a lot of fun listening to how you cum, kitty."
This is a big resort. You remind yourself. What a possibility, you say. You see a satisfied, anticipatory smile on Yunho's lips as he waves sweetly at you from the other side of the hot tub. He is such a sweet boy. Yeah sure, you absolutely believe it.
Looks like you got lucky. After all, what are the chances of getting to meet not just Mingi, but the whole of his group?
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misfits IV (college!ateez x reader)
pairing: ot8 ateez x fem! reader
warnings: cursing, negligence, mentions of suicide, a fight between yeosang and yunho
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--- THIS IS AN 18+ STORY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ---
âYouâre also adding the overall total to the mean, it doesnât need to be there.â You explain to Jeongin, who immediately face plants into his palm.
âAre you serious?â He groans, understanding his amateur mistake. You recognise the frustration, relating to the problems, having them yourself in the past due to being very stressed and sleep deprived.
âDonât worry, it happens to the best of us.â
Jeongin and you are sat side by side in the quiet solitude of the library, Jeongin finds himself engrossed in the assignment, his brow furrowed as he surveys over his mistake. The air is filled with a hushed diligence, the only sounds being the soft rustling of papers and the occasional scratch of pen against paper. The library offers a sanctuary for their focused work, providing a space free from distractions where they can dive deep into the realm of knowledge and learning. You are not too far from the spot where you tutored San and Jongho last week. Yet you decided to stay away from the particular spot, so you donât get too distracted by the strong memories and thoughts of the two men.
âI feel like I couldâve sorted that out by myself, Iâm sorry for wasting your time.â Jeongin looks extremely apologetic, and you canât help but feel bad for him.
âItâs really okay, my morning was free anyways, and Iâm always glad to help a friend.â You smile at him, his remorseful gaze melting away and being replaced by his signature eye smile.
âYou better get going though, youâve got an important date to attend to.â You wink at him, wiggling your eyebrows jokingly. Jeongin rolls his eyes before grabbing his things and bidding you a sweet goodbye. You reflect on Jeonginâs happiness, a wave of warmth and affection washes over your heart. Thoughts of your friend finding someone he truly likes, brings a genuine smile to your face. Silently hoping that this newfound relationship will last, the look on his features pure.
As the time passes by, you realise itâs time to find Jisung and attempt to explain your situation in a way that wonât freak him out too much. Grabbing your phone, you send him a text that youâre in the library, you await his presence by editing the finishing an assignment that needs to be uploaded by tomorrow.
âGirl, I havenât heard from you in days where the fuck have you been?â Jisungâs voice speaks from behind you loudly, causing fellow library attendants to send him pointed glares. Jisung sends the look back, telling them to mind their business before bringing you into a warm hug. The two of you sit down next to each other, your assignment pushed to the side. Turning to your best friend, you give him the apologetic look you can muster.
âItâs been really crazy, Iâm so sorry.â You reply, regretful for denying the events from the past few days from your best friend, knowing it wouldâve been much more manageable with Jisung by your side.
âRight? Minho told me that Kim fucking Hongjoong came into your lecture and demanded you to see him?â
You grimace, remembering that day and how likely it was that the whole school is talking about you right now, âyeah that did happen?â
âDid he threaten you? Stab you? Poison you? You know heâs the leader of the group, right?â
âYeah, a good leader too.â
âIs that seriously the only thing you got from that sentence?â
âJisung Iâm fine, he actually offered me a place to liveâŠâ your words are careful, trying to be quiet, knowing someone is probably listening to your conversation after hearing the words âHongjoongâ. Maybe even listening in since they saw you, knowing the attention you are receiving now is much more than usual.
âOkay what.â Jisung looks at you in disbelief, he eyes scanning yours to look for any sign of a joke, âsheâs gone insane holy shit.â
âJisung Iâm not insane shut up. His mother is a real estate agent, and they pulled some strings.â
âOkay youâre telling me that the Ateez magically pulled strings for you.â
âI know itâs hard to believe but they really arenât as bad as you think, only one of them is⊠questionable.â
Jisung gaze towards you softens, âI want to believe you, but Iâve seen it first-hand how rude they can be to people,â
âMaybe they are trying to change? Come on Ji, itâs me, you know damn well Iâm a good judge of character.â
There is a long pause between the conversation, Jisung letting in the information you have provided him with. Jisung knows you are very good at reading people, due to past events youâve had many situations where you donât like a friend of his, even if they are the kindest person in the world to him. They always end up the way that you see them and warn Jisung of. At this point Jisung judges your gut feeling more than his own.
âI trust you. If you say they are nice then I will believe it. Just be careful around them, okay?â
You nod at Jisung, happy he understands. As you sit in quiet reflection, an intense sense of gratitude washes over you, directed towards your cherished best friend. With each passing thought, you are reminded of the countless moments you have shared, and the unwavering support Jisung has always offered you. He has been a pillar of strength and a constant source of comfort in your life, and you are overwhelmed with an immense feeling of thankfulness for the presence of Jisung in your life.
âSo, what place did you get?â Jisung asks, curious as to where you ended up staying. You realise you never actually told him the full story. Preparing yourself for the worst, you try to find the right words to use.
âDo you promise to not freak out?â You question, your words again quiet, fearful of someone listening in to the conversation. Jisung raises an eyebrow in your direction, very intrigued as to why you would have to caution him not to freak out.
âAfter finding out Ateez are actually sweethearts, nothing can freak me out.â
âIâm living with them.â You deadpan, not finding any easy way to put it. Watching as Jisungâs eyes open hugely, his mouth takes in a large breath before opening. Before he can even get any words out, you cover his mouth with your hand, stopping his scream from echoing across, likely, the entire library.
âPlease donât freak out!â You exclaim, attempting to silence him as quickly as possible, hoping not to get kicked out of the library. Slowly removing your hand from his mouth, his shocked expression stays present on his face. If this were a scene from a movie, it would definitely make the two of you laugh.
âIâm not freaking out, youâre freaking out.â His voice is high pitched and out of breath, his ears not believing the absurd words exiting your mouth.
âLook I know, itâs insane, but it was my only option.â
Jisung slightly relaxes, yet his entire body is noticeably still tense and on edge.
âIâm saying this because I love you, but are you fucking stupid?â Rolling your eyes at him, you start to speak yet you get cut off, âyou canât live with eight guys.â
âThatâs how it wouldâve been if I moved in with you.â You retort.
âYes, but Minho and I would be there to keep you safe if they tried anything. I donât know your roommates; how do I trust them not to hurt you?â
âJisung, I really appreciate that you care, but I trust them. They are too respectful to do anything. Plus, you know if they ever hurt me, Iâd WWE the shit out of them.â
Jisungâs laugh is boisterous and echoes in the library, when he gets shushed by the people around him, he quickly puts his finger to his lips and shushes them back, again. Looking back at you, his eyes scan your face for any signs of discomfort. When he sees none, his body relaxes a little.
âYouâd call me if anything happened, right?â Jisung questions, he moves his hand to rest on yours on top of the large oak table.
âOf course, Ji. Itâs not like anyone else is on my emergency contact list.â You say joking through the bitterness evident on your voice.
âSpeaking of, have you heard anything from your dad?â Jisungâs voice is soft, knowing how sensitive the subject can be for you.
âNot really, and I donât particularly care. I did see on Facebook that he has found a new family to terrorise.â
Jisungâs eye roll is almost audible, he lets out an exasperated groan, âthis guy never fails to surprise me with his bullshit.â
âYouâd think heâd had enough after destroying one family.â
âLetâs not talk about it, he doesnât deserve the attention.â A comfortable silence begins, and you feel yourself relax, Jisung continues talking when he realises, he didnât ask a crucial question. âYou do have your own room, right?â
âYes of course. Itâs a super nice room, and the bed is so big and comfortable. Plus, I have my own bathroom, so I donât need to worry about walking in on them naked.â You reply, thinking about the amazing rest you had the previous night.
âThat wouldnât be too bad.â Jisung confesses, leaning back in his chair.
âWhat the fuck are you saying?â You hit Jisungâs arm, baffled by the nonsense coming out of his mouth, âwerenât you the one who was literally bashing on them earlier?â
âWhat? Just because I donât especially like them, doesnât mean they arenât undeniably handsome and sexy as fuck.â
âJisung shut up, you literally have a boyfriend.â
âI also have two perfectly functioning eyes, and if they are so respectful and kind maybe you should bag one,â Jisung looks over at you, a devious glint in his eyes, âor all.â
âNot a chance, Yunho fucking hates me for some reason.â
Jisung looks at you with a gobsmacked expression, âYunho? Hate you? How can this guy hate you? Youâre the sweetest person in the whole world.â
âI donât know to be honest, Seonghwa said it was because heâs bad with new people, but I feel like thereâs something more to the story.â
âHang on we will unpack that another time. The Park Seonghwa?â Jisung questions, his eyes even wider than before. You start to wonder how wide his eyes can even go at this point.
âYes?â
âHeâs so fine holy shit. If you donât bag him, I will.â Jisung relaxes back into his chair again.
âAgain, you have a boyfriend.â
âMultiple boyfriends are a thing.â The short male jokes, wiggling his eyebrows.
âYouâre unbelievable.â
âIâm joking. I love Minho to bits, you know that.â
Laughing at Jisung whilst rolling your eyes, he gently pushes your arm, clearly wanting more details.
âSo, youâre telling me you have zero feelings for any of them?â Jisung inquires, leaning closer to you, resting his chin on his hand, a questioning look on his features.
âWhy are you so interested in my love life Han?â
âIâm your best friend, your love life is very interesting to me.â
Just as you're about to respond, a vibrant flash of pink captures your attention from behind Jisung, causing you to momentarily lose focus. As the source of the pink draws nearer, you realize it's Mingi approaching your table. His piercing gaze sends a chill down your spine, and you can't help but notice the awe-struck gazes of onlookers as he effortlessly navigates past numerous tables. There's an undeniable air of confidence in his stride, similar to that of a model confidently strutting down a runway, leaving you in awe of his presence.
Caught off guard by your sudden distraction, Jisung turns around, following your gaze to the approaching figure. Sensing his confusion, you instinctively reach out, placing a comforting hand on your best friend's shoulder, offering him reassurance amidst the unexpected arrival of Mingi.
âDonât worry, heâs one of the nicer ones.â You whisper in his ear, Jisungâs tense shoulders relaxing slightly.
âSo, you werenât lying about moving in, were you?â Jisung whispers back, his eyes not leaving Mingiâs tall structure.
The tall male reaches the table you are at, you are glad that his back is faced towards all the people staring, otherwise they would see the smile that spreads across his features.
âHey,â Mingi smiles at you, not even paying attention to the smaller man sat closer to him.
Jisung stares at Mingi, shocked to even see a smile on Mingiâs face. Eventually, Mingi looks towards Jisung, and his smile fades slightly, but doesnât disappear. Gently nodding his head in Jisungâs direction, as if he says hello, he turns his head back to you.Â
At this small gesture, you are somewhat happy that they are not treating your best friend the cold way you have heard so much about. It is huge for Mingi to be nice to you, so the fact he is also being pleasant to your friend makes you feel extremely touched by the small act.
âYou have anatomy soon, right?â Mingiâs deep voice questions you. You and Jisung are both surprised that the man knows what you have next.
âYeah, I do, how did you know?â
âIâm walking in the same direction; do you want to go together?" Â Mingi ignores your question leaving you confused, yet you decide to pay no attention to it.
âWell, I was actually going to walk with Jisung.â You say, slightly upset for denying the pink haired man, seeing that he came all the way to find you so you could walk together.
Jisungâs eyes light up like lightbulbs as a thought enters his head, âno, she wasnât. I was walking by myself. Goodbye you two. It was nice to meet you Mingi.â Jisung has a huge grin on his face as he grabs his bag off the floor and rushes to leave the library.
Confused out of your mind, you look towards Jisung as he leaves, with your arms signing âwhat?â. The only thing your best friend does is point towards Mingi, who still has his eyes on you, he then mouths the words âbag himâ before laughing and almost sprinting out of the large room. Wasnât he the one who said he didnât want you to be around them? âThis guy doesnât have enough time to be playing match maker,â you think in your head and let out a groan.
âIs it that bad to walk with me to class?â Mingi questions, his expression sorrowful, worried from the groan that just left your lips.
Immediately, you feel bad and reassure the man in front of you, âno Mingi of course not. I was just weirded out by his actions; Iâd love to walk with you.â
Instantly, the frown on his face is replaced by a relieved smile. Feeling happy youâre comfortable to walk with him, Mingi helps you pack your things into your bag and the two of you head out of the library, trying to ignore all the stares you get from the people around you. If this is what itâs like to be friends with Ateez, you might as well get used to it, even if you hate being in the spotlight.
As Mingi bids you farewell and heads off to his next class, a wave of realization washes over you. Despite living with the Ateez members, there is still so much you don't know about them. Determined to resolve this, you make a mental note to engage with them individually, realizing that one-on-one conversations might be more manageable and less overwhelming than having them all in one room together. Living under the same roof provides ample opportunities for deeper connections to form.
As the professor enters the classroom, the chatter subsides, and a hush of anticipation settles over the students. You take a seat in the back, preparing for the extended lesson that lies ahead. Thoughts of the impending dinner with the Ateez members fill your mind, stir up mixed feelings within you. It has been quite some time since you've had dinner with a larger group of people, reminiscing about the warmth and amity that accompanied those moments back in high school. The sight of them gathering around the table, like a chosen family, tugs at your heartstrings. However, the prospect of encountering Yunho once again fills you with concern. The words Seonghwa spoke about Hongjoong's "good way of disciplining" linger in your thoughts, leaving you with a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty. You contemplate the dynamics at the dinner table, resolving to find a seat away from Yunho to avoid any confrontations or discomfort.
Realizing that you've allowed your mind to wander, you refocus your attention on the lecture, determined not to miss any crucial information. The upcoming dinner remains at the back of your mind, a blend of excitement and apprehension. You reassure yourself that tonight will be an opportunity to observe and evaluate the dynamics of the group, to see how everyone interacts and finding your place. Deep down, you know that time and shared experiences will reveal more about each member's true nature, allowing you to navigate this new chapter with openness and resilience.
With renewed focus, you immerse yourself in the lecture, ready to absorb the knowledge before you and face the dinner with a mixture of curiosity and cautious optimism.
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Frustration consumes you as you struggle to insert your key into the stubborn lock, the front door refusing to yield to your attempts. With an exasperated sigh, you lean forward, allowing the weight of your frustration to manifest as a slight bang against the door, as your head comes in contact with the white door. The lecture had ended at four, and you had planned a quick shopping trip with Jisung to grab the forgotten essentials like toothpaste and shampoo. However, fate had a different plan in mind as you unexpectedly ran into Felix near the school. Before you knew it, the three of you found yourselves lured into a charming café that Felix had discovered through the enticing realm of TikTok. Sensing the minutes slipping away, you bid your hasty goodbyes when the clock neared seven, anxious not to be tardy for your inaugural dinner together.
Fortunately, someone had left a key for you on the kitchen counter this morning, yet you are starting to think itâs not the key to the house. Maybe it was Yunho playing a trick on you, so you canât get into the house, and you will leave him alone. Luckily for you, you happen to be pretty stubborn, and you are not going to give in to whatever this ruse is.
Pulling out your phone, you go to your contacts and push in Sanâs number. You think you should probably get the rest of the boysâ numbers so if youâre stuck outside at least you have more of a chance of getting inside.
The phone rings about three times before the phone picks up, and youâre surprised at how fast San picks up.
â___, hey. Whatâs up?â San speaks over the phone, his voice is soft, yet for some reason you can hear he has a smile on his face, perhaps he had a good day. Hearing the smile on Sanâs face brings a smile to your own and you frustration pointed towards the door melts away. You can hear him shuffling around in the background.
âHey San, are you home at the moment?â You ask, putting you key back into your pocket.
âYeah, I am. Why?â The curiosity laced in Sanâs words is unmissable.
âMy key isnât working for some reason, could you please open the door for me?â
âOhhhh,â San speaks out, realising the problem, âtry pulling the door towards you slightly when you turn the key.â
Reaching into your bag once again, you pull out the key and place it back in the lock. This time, gently pulling the door towards you and just like magic the lock turns fully, opening the door.
âAh thank you San!â You exclaim as you walk inside the house and start to take off your shoes.
âNo worriesâ a voice speaks out from in front of you. Whipping your head up, you see San leaning against the railing of the staircase with a small smile on his face. Why does he look so handsome suddenly?
âHow long have you been there?â You ask, wondering if he was just passing by.
âSince the first time you tried to unlock the door.â
The disbelief washes over you as you observe the guy standing there, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he could have easily opened the door for you.Â
A wave of guilt surges through you, realizing that you had unfairly blamed Yunho for something that wasn't his fault. It dawns on you that perhaps it's premature to judge him as a horrible person without giving him a chance. The thought lingers in your mind, igniting a flicker of curiosity you decide maybe you should try to get to know him better before passing any final judgments.
âWhy didnât you open the door then?â You groan as you walk past him, into the kitchen where you see Jongho sat at the island, watching a video on his phone. San follows you behind, and watches as you place your bag on the island, catching Jonghoâs attention.
â___,â Jongho says with a smile. You return his smile as you take a seat at the island not too far from Jongho.
âIf I had opened the door for you then you would never learn how to properly open it.â San explains, his smile is still on his features, yet you can see just a hint of teasing behind it.
You feel your annoyance fade away as you realise, he has a point, still being stubborn though, you blow a raspberry at him, faking annoyance, causing a laugh to erupt from his throat.
Approaching you with a playful demeanour, San affectionately places a hand on top of your head, his touch causing a gentle ruffle of your hair. A soft smile tugs at his lips as he leans down, bringing his eyes to meet yours, and in that intimate proximity, your faces mere inches apart, he confesses, "You're cute."
The sudden admission sends a surge of warmth rushing up your neck, setting your cheeks ablaze. Overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, you instinctively break eye contact, leaning back as if to create some distance between you and the rush of emotions that swirl within you. San, now standing tall again, leans against the counter behind you, his presence a comforting anchor amidst the fluttering of your heart.
In an attempt to collect yourself, you shift your gaze towards Jongho, who observes the exchange between you and San with a knowing smile. Catching the small glare Jongho directs towards San before turning his attention to you, his smile resumes, radiating a sense of reassurance and understanding.
âHow was your day?â Jongho asks, turning off his phone and placing it face down on the counter.
âIt was good, I helped a friend with his project and then had an extended lecture which I am absolutely exhausted from. I also went to a really nice cafĂ© with Jisung and Felixâ You reply, sinking into the chair.
âWho is Felix?â San asks, curious at the unfamiliar name. His voice is a little sharp and you canât help but wonder why.
âHeâs one of Jisungâs friends, we donât hang out that often, but it was nice to see him today.â
âAre you two close friends?â Jongho is the one who questions this time.
âNot that close, heâs more of an acquaintance to me.â I explain to the two.
They both lets out âahâsâ as they let the information process in their heads.
âYou didnât go to Wooyoungâs cafĂ©?â San questions, sitting next to you, âhe was working today.â San adds.
Feeling bad all of a sudden, you remember the café Wooyoung works at.
âNext time Iâll go there for sure,â you say, hoping they arenât mad about you not going to their friendâs cafĂ©.
âDonât worry, Iâm sure he doesnât mind.â Jongho reassures you the second he sees the slightest amount of guilt on your face. Smiling at Jongho, you silently thank him for reassuring your worries.
Then, you suddenly remember the unfinished assignment essay you have yet to submit to the online drop box. Checking the time on your phone, you are relieved to see that you likely have enough time to finish it before dinner.
âExcuse me, I need to finish this essay, I will see you two later.â You explain as you grab your belongings off the island, turning to walk to your room, you take one more look at the men in the kitchen. They are both watching you as you leave, but they have smiles on their faces.
âGood luck,â Jongho says before you close the door to your room.
The next forty minutes are spent in your room, putting the final touches on your assignment, a sense of accomplishment fills the air around you. With a satisfied smile, you close your laptop, knowing that you have poured your efforts and creativity into completing the task at hand. Glancing around, you realise that dinner is still in the process of being prepared, and a surge of anticipation awakens your taste buds. The tempting aromas wafting from the kitchen ignite a hunger within you, making you eagerly await the culinary delights soon to be served. In this brief moment of transition, you revel in the satisfaction of a job well done, ready to savour the flavours that await you at the dinner table.
When Seonghwa knocks on your door to let you know that dinner is almost ready, you send a smile in his direction before getting back to your screen, only having to upload the document. As dinner gets closer, you hear more noises around the house of people entering the abode, your excitement intensifying as you hear Wooyoungâs high pitched laugh from the kitchen making you chuckle under your breath.
Just as you send in your assignment, you hear a soft knock on your door before you hear Mingiâs deep voice speak explaining dinner is ready.
You take a minute to put your laptop into your bag again and clear up your desk quickly before heading out the door and towards the living room. You pass Yunho in the kitchen who is stirring something in a pot. Walking around him quietly, strategically avoiding his gaze, you make it past the kitchen without him seeing you.
As you enter the room, you notice the group gathered around the expansive table, everyone is present except for the notably tall male figure. Finding an empty seat beside Mingi and Seonghwa, you greet everyone with a respectful hello, initiating a brief conversation with Mingi to ask about his day. The conversation flows effortlessly, yet it is cut short as your attention is swiftly diverted by the entrance of Yunho.
He is carrying plates of food. A smile tugs at your lips as the pleasant aroma wafts towards you, instantly recognizing one it as of your favourite meals. Your mouth begins to water in anticipation as you watch Yunho meticulously place the plates in front of each person around the table. However, as he reaches your spot, he strangely passes your plate and instead sets it down in front of Seonghwa, a confusing act that leaves you momentarily taken aback. With a mixture of surprise and confusion, you lock eyes with Yunho, who takes a seat directly across from you, further adding to the mystery of his actions.
âAnd ___âs plate, Yunho.â Hongjoong questions, his voice is strong and authoritative yet the glare that Yunho gives you shows he ignored Hongjoong completely.
âSorry, I only made enough for eight.â Yunho glares at you, ignoring the sighs of disappointment and groans from the seven males around him.
âYou can have mine,â Seonghwa begins to put his plate in front of you, yet you stop him. Smiling at him gently, you turn back to Yunho in front of you.
âEnjoy your meal, Yunho. I hope youâre happy.â You deadpan, before standing up and pacing out the room, irritated with the bullshit that Yunho is pulling. As you rise from your seat, Wooyoung makes a move to join you, concern written across his face. However, you gently halt his advance, urging him to remain seated and enjoy his meal. Seonghwa's assurance that Hongjoong would handle the situation lingers in your mind, but deep down, you harbour scepticism about Yunho's ability to change so quickly.
Despite feeling deeply disappointed by the turn of events, you gather your inner strength, resolved to confront the situation on your own terms. You remind yourself that you are capable of handling this setback, even though it casts a shadow over your anticipation for the dinner.
âYunho what the fuck are you trying to do?â Wooyoung demands as he glares at the tall male, his disappoint and anger evident in his words, his stance defensive.
âJust eat. Itâs her problem.â Yunho answers, starting to cut his food up.
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âHe didnât make me food, on purpose, so I just walked out.â You explain the situation to Jisung over the phone.
âNow this is what I expected from an Ateez member to be honest. No hate.â Jisung groans over the phone, annoyance evident on his voice.
The enticing aroma of your favourite meal still wafts through the air, and you find yourself torn between anticipation and frustration. Yunho skilfully prepared the dish you adore, and you arenât sure is he made the meal because he knows you like it, that would be impossible. Your irritancy intensifies as you realise this was a deliberate attempt to manipulate your emotions.
It becomes painfully clear that Yunho purposefully made the meal with the intent to excite you, using it as a weapon to push you towards the decision of moving out. The realization strikes you like a jagged bolt of lightning, igniting a mixture of anger and hurt. A part of you wants to go back into the dining room and snatch his plate from under his nose, but a stronger part of you resists, refusing to let Yunho's manipulation dictate your actions.
As soon as you entered your room, you found yourself calling your best friend, disappointed but not surprised by the actions of Yunho. Scurrying over to your bed, you rest on the edge still trying to fully process the events. Ranting to Jisung only makes you realise how annoyed you are on the tallest male.
âItâs annoying yes, but itâs manageable. If he starts squaring up on me though I will likely be very scared, bro is big.â You half joke, knowing that he likely wonât dare to start a fight with you due to Hongjoong being present. Tonight, wasnât nice but it wasnât like he threatened you or said particularly rude things, if itâs like this you are for sure able to manage at least until you find another place to live. Yes, this place is extremely nice and affordable but itâs not somewhere you see yourself living in for a long time.
âHave you at least eaten anything?â Jisungâs question leaves you shocked. No, you havenât eaten anything since probably lunch. The second you think about food, your stomach emits a loud growl, leaving you to face palm. Definitely should buy some food, you think to yourself, still aggravated about missing out on the most delicious food youâve smelt in a while.
Reassuring Jisung, then saying goodbye after about an hour of talking, you hang up the call and immediately open your fast-food app. Scanning through each restaurant you end up even more irritated seeing that there are no deals and most of the food will take at least an hour to arrive. Youâre not sure you should be even buying food, seeing how posh the area is it would be a crime to even think about ordering cheap fast food. Flipping from the food application, you go to your bank account checking to see if you even have enough money to be buying a meal. Seeing the amount makes you audibly sigh, your ideas of getting food leaving your mind quicker than you can shut off your phone. Laying back on your bed, you close your eyes and take a few deep breaths, attempting to let the frustration slowly vacate your body.
âWhatever.â You think to yourself, youâre not eating so you might as well get ready for bed.
Walking into the bathroom and settling into your night time routine, a sense of annoyance creeping over you when you notice that your favourite moisturizer is running dangerously low. Frustration bubbles within you as you realise that youâll soon need to replace it. You contemplate the possibility of squeezing out every last drop, hoping to prolong its usage just a little while longer. Sighing to yourself, you realise that you have to again spend money on something you would rather not. Wishing you could just ignore your need for moisturiser, you groan knowing you canât due to having extremely dry skin in the winter and youâd prefer to not look like your skin was falling off. The moisturiser you use isnât even that expensive, itâs just a supermarket own brand one that barely keeps your skin looking presentable, yet itâs all you can afford, you have other things you have to save your money for.
Making your way wearily back to your bed, where your phone rests on the charger, you snatch it up and settle on the edge of the mattress. With a swift search on YouTube, you strive to find the perfect video to unwind with before drifting off to sleep. Yet, as your finger taps on a selection, the video barely has a chance to begin before a soft knock reverberates from your door.Â
Your head whips towards the source of the sound, a realization dawning upon you that someone seeks entry. Surprise tinged with guilt washes over you as you reflect on having walked out on dinner, aware of its importance to the other person. Amidst the rapid whirl of thoughts, you question why you are shouldering the blame when it was Jeong Yunho who acted insensitively.Â
A flicker of panic flits through your mind, silently hoping that it's not Yunho standing on the other side of the door. Should you pretend to be asleep? No, that won't work, as they would have heard you using the bathroom. Lost in a flurry of racing thoughts, you momentarily forget that someone patiently awaits your response, mere inches away on the other side of the wall.
âUm ___? Can I come in quickly?â A deep sweet voice sounds from behind the wooden door and you immediately recognise it as Yeosang. Letting out a soft sigh of relief you answer back, letting Yeosang know itâs okay for him to open the entrance to your room.
From across the room, your gaze fixates on the door, anticipation coursing through your veins. It swings open, revealing the familiar figure of Yeosang standing hesitantly in the doorway, his presence both captivating and disarming. As your eyes slowly travel from the bottom of his body to his face, you can't help but take note of the subtle changes in his appearance. His usual jeans and hoodie are replaced by a black tank top that showcases his toned arms and snug grey sweatpants that accentuate his casual yet charming vibe. The sight of his bare arms, muscles defined and veins subtly visible, evokes a mix of admiration and intrigue within you. You find yourself captivated by the way his physique displays strength and confidence.
Caught in the act of observing him, Yeosang registers you checking him out, a blend of pride and embarrassment sweeping across his features. His cheeks dusted with a rosy hue, hints at the flattery he feels under your gaze. A contented, almost bashful smile graces his lips, revealing his genuine delight at being the centre of your attention. His usually carefully styled hair appears tousled, and you realise he must have been readying for bed.
However, your attention is abruptly drawn to the paper bag clutched in his hand, distracting your eyes away from his physique and back to his face. The red blush on his cheeks remains, giving him an endearing charm, while his eyes sparkle with a mix of excitement and nervousness. The sight of his dishevelled hair and his relaxed attire only amplifies his charm, adding a touch of effortless attractiveness to his overall appearance.
âI bought you some food. I wasnât too sure what youâd like so I got a mixture of some things.â Yeosang explains, holding up the paper bag in his hand.
This act instantly makes your heart speed up and your chest to feel warm despite the freeing temperature of your room. This kind gesture warms your heart, and you canât help but feel incredibly grateful to the man standing in your doorway.
Yeosang's gaze sweeps over your figure, his eyes instinctively drawn to the form-fitting pyjamas that hug your curves. A surge of satisfaction courses through him as he realizes the envy that would consume the other boys if they knew the position he is in at this very moment. Grateful for the stroke of fortune that has brought him into this position, he momentarily loses himself in a spiral of thoughts, silently expressing gratitude to whichever higher power may have orchestrated this unexpected encounter. However, his attention is abruptly redirected as your soft voice breaks through the reverie, grounding him back to the present moment.
âYeosang, I,â you start to speak yet you canât find the words to express your gratitude to him, you instead invite him to enter your room fully. âPlease come in.â You request, smiling widely at the giddy man who is now in your bedroom.
Itâs the first time Yeosang has been in your bedroom since you decorated it, finding some small posters and fairy lights to hang around your room, and some plants to place around making it feel more like home. He looks throughout the space, admiring what youâve done to it.
âI still have some more things I need to buy before it becomes home.â You admit to the blonde male as he looks around. When he hears your statement, he looks towards you and smiles warmly.
âHere you go,â he says, handing you the bag, and stepping backwards, wanting to not bother you further and let you eat in peace. Looking down into the bag, you see a few different packages, wrapped in aluminium foil and the smell reaches your nostrils, filling them up with the most delicious savoury scent, causing your mouth to water and your stomach reminds you how hungry you actually were.
When you look back up, you see Yeosang back by the doorway, heavily debating whether he should leave or stay to make sure you finish the food, nervously shifting from one foot to the other, unsure of what to say. You smile at his actions, for a buff guy who is supposedly a âbad boyâ, he sure is cute.
âYeosang,â you speak out, catching his attention, he meets your eyes, and you swear you could have fainted at that moment. His gaze holds a gentle softness, yet beneath the surface, you sense a wealth of unspoken feelings concealed within the intensity of his eye contact. Words are on the tip of your tongue as you contemplate the question that weighs heavily on your mind, unsure of how to speak your thoughts.
Yeosang, sensing your hesitation and the hint of worry in your stance, takes a step closer, concern etched on his features. Something in the way you stand, lost in your thoughts while gazing at him, tells him that something might be wrong. âAre you okay?â He asks.
Before you can find the right words, however, you instinctively close the distance between you, your heart racing with anticipation. The bag of food you were holding slips from your hands, forgotten on the floor as you gently wrap your arms around him, seeking comfort in a tender embrace.
Yeosang tenses up, caught off guard by the sudden display of affection. Your abrupt departure only further fuels his uncertainty, leaving you standing a meter away, immediately apologizing for potentially crossing boundaries. âIâm sorry, Iâm just extremely grateful for the food Iâm so sorry for pushing your boundaries,â
But before you can utter another word, this time, Yeosang closes the distance, his hands enveloping you, drawing you closer to his chest. Your cheek presses against the warmth of his shirt, the sensation of his toned physique beneath it briefly registering in your mind. Overwhelmed by the strength and security of his hold, you find yourself tensing up this time, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected gesture. Yet, understanding his earlier hesitation from your own action, you reciprocate by wrapping your arms around his waist, surrendering to the comfort of the embrace.
Time seems to stretch as you bask in the comfort of his arms, feeling a sense of familiarity and longing that has been absent for far too long. Your light-headedness gives way to a contented sigh, revelling in the serenity given by his hug. Expecting the moment to end, you begin to pull away, only to be pulled back into his chest, your cheek colliding with his in a gentle 'oof' of surprise.
Moments blur into eternity as you remain locked in each other's arms, a silent connection between your two souls. Yeosang withdraws slightly, but his hold remains, your arms still embracing his waist, his still encircling your shoulders.
Your gazes meet once again, mere inches apart, illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Even in the dim light, you can discern the flush that colours his cheeks, an unreadable expression adorning his features. It's an unfamiliar emotion that leaps around in his eyes, neither embarrassment nor discomfort, but something entirely new, leaving you dizzy with curiosity.
For what feels like an eternity, the two of you engage in a silent exchange, locked in a gaze that renders you weak at the knees. And just when you think your heart couldn't flutter any faster, Yeosang breaks the silence with a confession that catches you off guard. His eyes remain fixed on yours, unwavering and sincere as he admits, "Your eyes are beautiful."
âUh thank you.â You reply, cheeks growing even hotter than you thought they could go. You just know if Jisung would see you right now he would scream his lungs out.
Moving away from Yeosang, he momentarily wonders if he screwed up by saying those words, yet when he sees the sincere smile on your face, his worries melt away and he gets lost in your expression.
âWould you eat with me?â You question, hoping he will keep you company, the question of âdid we know each other before college?â slipping your mind completely.
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Seated cross-legged on your bed, you relish the delicious food that Yeosang thoughtfully brought for you. Across from you, he sits on the edge of the bed, one leg tucked comfortably while the other dangles freely. His eyes never waver from you, captivated by the way you devour the meal with avid hunger, and a sense of relief washes over him. It's evident that you must have been starving, and he silently curses Yunho for denying you a proper meal earlier during the disastrous dinner. In this intimate moment, he seethes with anger at the thought of you being deprived of a simple joy you were so excited about, confirming his resolve to make up for it.
As you converse one-on-one with Yeosang, the opportunity to have a genuine heart-to-heart arises, a chance to connect without the distractions of others. The conversation flows effortlessly as you delve into the events of your day, sharing thoughts, dreams, and anything that comes to mind. It's in these moments that you notice a subtle transformation in Yeosang's demeanour. His eyes shimmer with a radiant passion whenever he talks about dance, and his voice releases a fresh energy when he discusses subjects close to his heart.
Discovering his love for reading piques your interest, knowing your mutual fondness for books. This realization sparks a lively conversation about favourite authors and cherished books. The genuine curiosity and engagement exchanged between the two of you ignites a flutter within your chest, relishing the ease with which you connect and share your passions with Yeosang.
Yeosang remains by your side until the very last piece of food disappears, his unwavering presence a testament to his attentiveness and care. Not a single crumb is left, and as you sink back into the comforting embrace of your pillows, the weight of the day begins to settle upon you. The heaviness of your eyelids is a gentle reminder that rest is calling, but before sleep claims you, you can't help but feel grateful for the precious moment spent with Yeosang.
âThis is the book I was explaining earlier!â Yeosang exclaims, turning his phone to you to show the book he couldnât remember the name of. However, when he looks up to you, he finds you snuggled into the pillow, your mouth slightly parted, eyes closed. Surprised, his eyes widen as he peers over your sleeping form. Yeosangâs heart swells, revelling in the fact that you felt comfortable enough to allow yourself to fall asleep.
Tucking you into your blanket, careful not to wake you up, he studies you once more, taking in all of your features. He notes each freckle and mole on your face, the way your eyelashes rest against the swell of your cheeks, your hair falling messily over the sheets.
Yeosang gracefully exits your room, a gentle smile adorning his face and a faint blush colouring his cheeks. The evening spent together was a significant milestone in your friendship, and he couldn't help but feel content that he had won the rock-paper-scissors with Wooyoung to order food for you. However, what catches him off guard is the sight of Yunho emerging from his own room simultaneously, intending to make a trip to the kitchen for a glass of water. In that moment, disappointment flickers across Yunho's eyes as he witnesses Yeosang leaving your room.
âAre you seriously cosying up to her?â Yunhoâs voice is once again full of venom, not even realising the tone heâs using to talk to his close friend.
âIâm not having this conversation with you right now Yunho.â Exhausted by the taller male's behaviour, Yeosang attempts to walk past him, seeking to put some distance between them. However, his friend intercepts him, halting his steps and preventing him from moving forward.
âIâm being serious, how can you just let her in after everything we have been through?â
âYou canât hold this grudge up forever; she lives with us now.â
âYou were the one who said, âwe will never let outsiders in againâ what the fuck happened to that?â
âItâs ___ dude, she was never an outsider, and you know that damn well.â
âAre you seriously this desperate to get your dick wet that youâve forgotten everything we have been through?â
âThatâs not what this is about, you know that.â Yeosang pushes past Yunho and walks towards the kitchen, taking a seat down on the barstool. Yunho follows him, grabbing a glass from the designated cupboard.
âShe may have saved Hwa, Yeosang, but the second she is given the opportunity to leave us she will, just like Ryu did.â
âI donât understand why you are acting like this after everything she did to help us get back on our feet. She is nothing like her, you would know that if you gave yourself the chance to get to know ___.â
âI donât understand why you are acting like this. This is exactly what happened with Ryu, she got close to us, just to take away everything.â
âArenât you tired of acting like a dickhead to everyone all the time?â
âWe do this, so we donât go through that ever again.â Yunhoâs voice raises slightly, his voice starting to echo in the kitchen. âWe have acted like this for years because that is the damn narrative that that bitch gave us.â
âAre you seriously telling me after all these years you arenât tired of being this way just to avoid getting your heart broken? Itâs a human thing, Yunho, we deserve love too.â
âYou arenât the one who had your entire heart ripped out of your chest.â Yunhoâs voice is louder this time causing some restless heads in the house to shake awake.
âYou know damn well my heart was crushed too.â This time Yeosang yells back at him, taking the tall man by surprise. Yeosang barely ever raises his voice, let alone it being directed toward someone, Yunho steps back a little. âI know what you had with her, you thought was special, but you canât keep dwelling on it. ÂÂÂBack when this all began, ___ was the only person willing to be kind. I know for a fact youâd be lying if you said you didnât feel even the smallest amount of love for her.â Yeosangâs voice is exasperated, begging towards his friend to stop the act he has up.
âThen what if I do love her?â Yunhoâs voice cracks and Yeosang can see the tears starting to dwell in his eyes, causing him to soften slightly. Yunho continues, âthereâs nothing stopping her from doing the same thing as Ryu the second Seonghwaâs dickhead of a father offers her the money to ruin us. She will leave us and our hearts, my heart will be broken again.â The tears in Yunhoâs eyes fall onto the surface of the island, yet he doesnât know whether they are from pure frustration or because the truth is starting to hit him like bricks.
âWhen we were KQ Fellaz, she knew we were trouble, she knew the rumours about us, she knew the danger she was putting herself in every time she stood up for us. When were all broken from the trauma and heart break she never once pressured us to talk about it, she never yelled at us when we yelled at her, she was never scared of us. Donât tell me you donât remember every time single fucking time she cleaned the wounds on your hands after getting in countless of unnecessary fights?â Yeosang runs his hands through his hair, frustrated by the sheer ignorance of his friend.
Yunho goes to speak but he gets cut off by Yeosang, who is half fuming half desperate. âShe was kind to us without ever expecting anything in return, so stop letting your stupid prejudice against the human race blind you completely from whatâs in front of you. If she was like Ryu, she would have let Seonghwa jump off that ledge.â
Yunho feels his heart drop as he remembers the sight of his older friend in such a fragile state, his only option to be to end it, him not being able to help the pain he was enduring.
âPlease Yunho,â Yeosangâs voice is soft this time, nothing louder than a whisper, âjust give her a chance.â
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Ateez members that would praise or degrade you
âgenre: smut (ot8xreader)
âword count: 1k+
âwarnings: degrading and praise (obvi), dirty talk, oral (m receiving), just a teeny little bit of biting, exhibition (through the phone), slight bondage, orgasm denial, use of sex toys, aggressive, âfucked to mushâ, hair pulling, fingering, titties get sucked a bit. (Let me know if I missed any)
âMDNI 18+ only! If these kinds of thing make you uncomfy just leave plz. Otherwise, enjoy you horny ppl :3
Praising:
Seonghwa
Seonghwa sat in his chair as youâre sucking his dick, kneeling under his desk. He caresses your hair, looking down at you, his attentionâthat was once on the Legos he was building, now watching the way you slowly take his length in your mouth. You look up at him with wide eyes, taking him deeper down your throat. You pull off panting loudly and stroke him faster to catch your breath. You kiss his tip before taking him back in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down. His brows furrowed as soft moans escaped his lips. He instinctively bucks his hips as he locks eyes with you.
âThatâs a good girl, there you go. Youâre taking my dick so well, fuck you make me feel so good, sweetheart. Keep going.â
Yeosang
Yeosang hovers over you, his arms flexing as he supports his weight on his elbows. He fucks you with slow and deep thrusts, leaning down to kiss you softly yet passionately. With every hard thrust, the bed rocks, and hits the wall. He kisses down to your neck, sucking and biting ever so gently just to soothe the slight pain with his tongue. You whimper softly at the feeling of his mouth, and you moan his name as he gives another deep thrust. Your hands entangle in his hair as you hold him impossibly closer, wrapping your arms around his toned body. He nibbled at your earlobe before softly whispering with his gentle yet deep voice.
âYou make such pretty noises, baby, keep moaning for me I want to hear you. I love fucking you so much, youâre perfect.â
Jongho
You were on FaceTime with Jongho, missing the man who was halfway across the world due to his tour. You propped your phone against a pile of pillows, legs spread wide, fingering yourself while Jongho watched through the screen. You look away, feeling slightly embarrassed being the only one naked as Jongho watched fully clothed. Even though he wasnât there in real life, you can still feel the way he stared at you intently, which made you dripping wet even more. Jongho groans as he hears the noises of your fingers moving in and out of your wet pussy. He started to palm himself through his pants, breath growing more labored the more he watched you, wishing he could jump through the screen this very moment.
"Fuck, you look so beautiful, baby. Look at you, youâre doing such a good job fucking youâre pretty pussy. God, I wish I was the one making you feel that good.â
Degrading
Hongjoong
You were on your knees, a vibrator stuffed in your pussy and your hands were tied behind your back. You sat there trembling, begging desperately for release that Hongjoong had been denying you for what seemed like forever. He watched with amusement, sitting in front of you at the edge of his bed. His arms and legs crossed, as he gripped the controller to the toy. He could tell you were close to release again by the way your hips started rocking and your moans became more high-pitched. He smiles wide, waiting for you to get on the very edge, and right before you cum he turned the toy off with the controller. You whine desperately, on the verge of tears, body squirming as you look up at him with pleading eyes. He smirked down at you, laughing at your desperation.
"Aw, look at you, you look so pathetic, begging for me to let you cum. I bet you were really close this time, werenât you? Well, thatâs too bad, now take that toy, naughty girls like you donât deserve my dick.â
Mingi
Mingi pinned your legs against your chest, drilling his dick in you as you lay there and took it. You moan his name loudly, eyes rolling in the back of your head. He grunts as he feels the way your pussy clenched down on his length. His thrusts were so hard and fast your brain turned to mush, the only thing you can think of was Mingi and his big dick. He throws his head back, moaning out loud, his grip on your thighs so harsh you were sure there would be bruises the next morning. He twitched inside you at the way you looked so fucked, mouth agape with a bit of drool rolling down your chin. Your hair was a mess as black streaks ran down your face, tears ruining your pretty mascara and eyeliner you had on earlier.
âFuck, take my dick you slut, you love it, donât you? I know you do, youâre clenching down on me so hard as if youâre afraid Iâll pull out, fucking cock slut.â
Wooyoung
Wooyoung had you bent over the kitchen counter, you reached behind, grabbing his hips, wanting to feel him deeper. He was in the middle of cooking dinner, but you decided to come in and tease him, wearing an apron and nothing else. When he saw you, his jaw practically dropped, as you would sway your hips teasingly, bending over and exposing yourself to âpick something up.â He snapped, and now here he was thrusting his now-hard dick into you, giving you what you came in the kitchen for. He gripped your hip with one hand and ran his fingers in your hair with the other, tugging at the strands, making you moan louder. He pulled your head back and leaned in while thrusting deep into your aching pussy, whispering in your ear.
âYou really want my attention that bad? We already fucked this morning, but youâre such a fucking whore you need to come in here practically naked so I can give you my dick again. Such a needy little bitch.â
Praising and degrading
(My personal fav)
Yunho
You guys were in the middle of a movie night, but you grew too needy when you watched the way Yunhoâs hand ran up and down your thigh. Now you were lying back on the couch, legs spread open in front of Yunho as he hovered over to you. His fingers slowly moving in and out of your dripping cunt while simultaneously pressing down on your clit with his thumb. His fingers were so long they filled you up just nicely. You reached over to grab his arm for support as you moan his name softly. He had to pin your thigh down to prevent your trembling legs from closing shut on him.
"Aw, baby, youâre so pretty like this, taking my fingers like the good slut you are. Youâre so needy we canât even watch a movie without you getting horny. Thatâs okay though, take my fingers, baby.â
San
San moaned loudly, resting his head against the headboard as you bounced on his length at a fast speed, riding him. He gripped your hips, guiding you up and down, his biceps flexing with every movement and a slight sheen of sweat forming on his skin. You held onto his broad shoulders, throwing your head back and moaning loudly. San bites his lip as he watches the way your tits bounce in his face. His hands ran up your body to grasp your breasts, leaning forward to take one in his mouth. You gasp and hold his head against you, loving the feeling of his tongue massaging your nipple. He moans against your skin when you clench around him, getting closer to your high.
âThere you go, baby, you ride me so well. Cum on my dick like the pretty cockslut you are. Fuck, you deserve it, this slutty pussy deserves to cum.
Thank you for reading I hope you enjoyed :p Let me know if I should write more stuff like this. Feel free to give recs on what you want to see next.
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Rock Will Never Die
Pure smut. MINORS DNI.
This took me almost three weeks. The season's greetings has been eating me alive. So. Omegaverse rock band ateez. 6.7k words of it, which is by far my longest smut. Please enjoy <3
Big thanks to @kpop---scenarios, who helped me decide which members were alphas/betas/omegas, and for generally helping on this one!!! I appreciate you sm!!
Summary: Y/n, manager of rock band Ateez, is out of heat suppressants after a show. Luckily, all 8 members of her band are there to help.
Pairing: Ateez x reader
Includes: omegaverse, LOTSSSSS of smut, porn without plot, omega reader, spitroasting, double penetration, knotting, unprotected sex (you did not come here for sex ed but please be safe irl!!!)
Word count: 6.7k
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You bit your lip as you pawed through your bag, looking for your suppressants. You could taste blood before you found the little orange bottle. You pushed down on it, opening the lid, andâ
Empty. Not a single pill left.Â
âFuck.â You whispered. âFuck, fuck, fuck.â
âWhatâs wrong?â
You turned around. Mingi was standing there, freshly showered in grey sweatpants and a blue T-shirt, a concerned look on his face.Â
He looked so fucking good, you restrained yourself from jumping at him then and there. You could feel yourself getting more and more desperate, and you swallowed.
âYou smell really anxious.â Hongjoong looked over from where he was relaxing in an armchair, still in his stage makeup and outfit. His striped knit hat was askew on his head.Â
âIâ wellââ You stammered. âIâmâ God, this is embarrassing.â
âWhat?â Mingi raised his eyebrows. âIt canât be that bad.â
You gave a small, involuntary whimper. âIâm out of heat suppressants⊠and thereâs one coming on.â
âWell, shit.â Mingi said softly. âThatâs not great.â
âAnd itâs not like you can really stop it once it starts.â Hongjoong said.Â
âExactly.â
âHey, calm down.â Mingiâs voice was soothing. âWeâll find a solution for this.â
âWhat?â You whined. âI donât have an alpha, and weâre in a hotel, and I donât have any of myââ You swallowed. âEr, stuff. Whatâs the solution?â
Mingi and Hongjoong looked at each other for a long moment. âI mean⊠we could help you.â
Youâd been the manager of Ateez for about a year now. Theyâd always been incredibly talented, but theyâd needed someone with your managerial and business sense to catapult them into the stardom they now enjoyed.Â
And as their manager, to make sure they maintained that stardom, you had to keep close with them. Ride on the tour bus with them, stay in the same hotel rooms, go to all the same bars and after parties.Â
(Okay, so maybe you had some personal motives to that, too. Maybe the members of Ateez were the eight hottest men youâd ever seen. Maybe you fantasized about the aspects of them you saw both on and off stage. Maybe you thought about them when you were at home on your heat days, fucking yourself with a toy.)
But youâd never thought youâd be alone in a hotel room with two of the groupâs four alphas with no heat suppressants.Â
Especially not with them offering to help you.
They mustâve noticed your hesitation, because Hongjoong smiled softly. âIf you donât want us to, we donât have to.â
âNo! No, helpâ helpâ please help me.â You stammered, then more quietly added, âI need you.âÂ
âShit.â Mingi said. âYouâre all desperate.â
âIâm going into heat.â You huffed. âOf course Iâm desperate.â
âNo, I know. Itâs just hot. You want a knot?â
His teasing sent a wave of arousal through you. âStop it.â
âI donât think so.â He smirked. âI like watching you squirm, y/n.â
You could feel slick leaking out of your hole, and you bit your lip.
âEnough, Min.â Hongjoong stood up. âIâm the captain, Iâm going first.â
âAw, but I donât want to wait.â Mingi pouted.Â
âContact the others while I fuck her, then you guys can watch while you all wait your turn.â
You gave a long moan from where you were still crouched beside your bag. Hongjoong looked at you. âSlut. You like the idea of all of us fucking you, donât you?â
âYeah.â You nodded. Hongjoong had never talked to you like this before, always sweet and gentlemanly as could be.
âWhen you text Woo, tell him he owes me.â Hongjoong said to Mingi, but he kept his eyes on you. âShe seems to like being degraded, so I won that bet. Get on the bed for me, pretty.â
âBet?â You obeyed, getting onto the bed.
âMe and Woo have had some money on your kinks.â He said, as if this were a perfectly normal thing to do.
Mingi snickered. âPervert.â
You were, inexplicably, into this, and Hongjoong could tell it made you hornier. He laughed. âYou smell even sweeter. You like that? Me and Wooyoung talking about how weâd like to fuck you?â
âMhm.â You whined. âCanâ um, canâŠâ You trailed off, realizing how desperate your request sounded.Â
âUse your words.â Hongjoong climbed onto the bed, over you, trapping you beneath him. âWhat is it?â
âCan you fuck me at the same time?â You whispered.Â
Hongjoong grinned, turning over his shoulder. âMingi, you can tell Woo thereâs a consolation prize for losing.â
You whined as he looked back at you. âPlease, Joong. Alpha. Need you.â
He slid his hand into your hair and pulled you into a searing kiss. âNeed you too, pretty. Take all those clothes off, youâre not gonna need them.â
You hurried to obey him, getting your shirt and skirt off as fast as you could.Â
âLook at your body.â He murmured, his eyes raking over you. âAbsolutely beautiful.â
You blushed, more slick leaking out of you. âPlease, Hongjoong.â
âAh-ah.â He raised his eyebrows. âYou call me alpha, isnât that right?â
âYes.â You whispered. âPlease, alpha.â
He smirked. âHow can I resist when you ask so nicely?â
You whimpered as his hand came down to rub at your pussy. His touch felt so good, and all you wanted was to whine and rut into his hand, but you restrained yourself.
âSo well-behaved.â He remarked, pulling his hand back and rubbing his fingers together, watching your slick drip down his hand. âI just know youâre gonna feel so good around me.â With that, he pushed three fingers inside you, and you moaned.Â
âFuck, Hongâalpha.â You breathed. âFeels so good, alpha. I⊠I want your cock, though.â
âGreedy little thing.â He laughed softly. âYouâre gonna fucking get it, arenât you? So be patient.â
You bit your lip again as he began rubbing his thumb around your clit. âDoes that feel good, pretty? Is that what you need?â
You swallowed. It was a trick question, and you werenât going to answer it.
âAnswer me.â He added a fourth finger.Â
âAh! Yes, itâs good, but I need more, please, Joongâalpha!âÂ
He sighed. âCanât even remember what to call me. I guess I just gotta fuck that disobedience out of you, donât I?â
âYes.â You squeaked. âYes, you do.â
Hongjoong pulled down his pants, freeing his hard cock. Your mouth began to water at the sight. He threw them across the room. âMingi, when are the others coming?â Youâd forgotten he was even there.
âSoon, I think.âÂ
You looked over Hongjoongâs shoulder to see Mingi watching you, his phone in his hand, practically drooling.Â
âGood.â Hongjoong said. âI want to make good on Wooâs consolation prize.â
Fuck. Heâd been serious? You couldnât wait for Wooyoung to arrive.Â
Hongjoong pushed his cock through your folds, coating it in slick. âSo messy, pretty.â
You just watched him, breathing hard.Â
He lined himself up with your entrance. You could just feel him starting to press himself in when there was the loud sound of a door opening. You, Hongjoong, and Mingi all turned around to look at it.Â
San and Seonghwa walked in, both dressed in dark t-shirts and sweatpants. Sanâs eyebrows were raised as he took in the sight. âOh, look at that, Hongjoongâs about to fuck y/n. What did you say, Mingi? Sheâs in heat?â
You could hear the smirk in Mingiâs voice. âYeah, sheâs definitely in heat.â
You didnât even realize youâd started breathing so hard until Seonghwa walked over to you and put a hand over your mouth. âThere. You can start, Joongie.â
âDonât need your permission.â Hongjoong sounded a bit irked, but grinned at Seonghwa as he slid inside you. You moaned long and loud into Seonghwaâs hand. You felt so full⊠but it still wasnât enough.
âFuck me.â You asked, and it came out muffled, but Hongjoong could definitely tell what you meant because he laughed meanly.
âIs there something you want, pretty? Use your words, I canât hear you.â
âFuck me, alpha, please.â You tried again, and you could hear Seonghwaâs snicker.Â
Hongjoong looked up at Seonghwa, pursing his lips. Seonghwa leaned down and gave him a long kiss. You were a little surprised. You didnât know they did that.Â
Hongjoong looked at you after a moment. âI guess I can start fucking her now.â
âYou should.â Seonghwa took his hand away from your mouth. âShe was about to bite my finger or something. Sheâs so fucking horny.â
You wanted to snap out that you were in heat, of course you were fucking horny, but you held back. You wanted to submit, to be a good girl (to be their good girl) more.
âFuck.â San said from where he sat on the end of the bed. âDamn, sheâs so wet, I call next.â
âI was here first.â Mingi said indignantly.
Hongjoong abruptly pulled his hips back before snapping them back into you. You gave a long moan. This was what you needed, someone to fuck you long and deep and hard, into the mattress, someone to fuck a litter into you, someone to knot you and breed you andâ
San cut into your thoughts. âNo, I said it first. You and I both know the second someone starts to dominate you youâre gonna want to be a good boy, so shut up before I have to punish you.â
Sanâs voice was smug, or you thought so, most of the thoughts had left your head as Hongjoong had started to fuck you in earnest. His cock was so big, and so good, and filled you up just right. You couldnât fucking wait for him to knot you.Â
Mingi and San went suspiciously quiet. Honestly, though, you didnât even care who won the argument, who got your body next, so long as they kept going the way Hongjoong was going.Â
The door clicked open again, and you whined as Hongjoong stopped. âAlpha, can you pleaseâ whyâd you stop?â
âWooyoung.â Seonghwaâs voice was practically a purr.Â
You shivered. Wooyoung.Â
âHey, Woo, get over here.â
Wooyoung was in a black satin robe, a sash tied around his waist. His hair was wet, like heâd just gotten out of the shower. He smiled as he saw you. âOh, God, youâre so gorgeous like this.â
âRight?â Hongjoong thrust inside again. âShe feels so fucking tight. Want her mouth?â
Your eyes widened as Wooyoung smiled. âDâyou want me, baby?â
âYes.âÂ
Hongjoong pulled out for a brief moment to readjust, and you whined at the sudden emptiness.Â
âShh, pretty, itâs gonna be okay, youâll be so full soon.â He murmured to you, helping you move so your head dangled over the side of the bed. You looked up to see Wooyoung untying his robe, revealing absolutely nothing underneath. He left it on, untied, as he gently pulled you close to him.
You were practically salivating at this point. His cock looked so good. He was gonna fill your mouth up, and Hongjoongâ
Before you could finish your thought, Hongjoong pushed back inside you. You moaned, and Wooyoung took the opportunity to slide into your mouth. âSo good for me.â He murmured, holding onto your hair.Â
It felt so good, being full from both ends. âFuck me.â You moaned, although it came out muffled and distorted around Wooyoungâs cock. âFuck me, alpha.â
Hongjoong grunted and began to do as youâd asked, aligning his thrusts with Wooyoungâs so you were pushed back and forth between them.Â
Through your cock-drunk haze you could hear Mingi whining. Your eyes darted over to him as best you could, only to see San pulling his cock out and slapping Mingi across the face with it before grabbing onto his hair. âOpen up, slut.â
Mingi obeyed, his tongue lolling out. San groaned as he started to fuck Mingiâs face. Even just from glimpses you could see Sanâs cock was huge, much bigger than most betas. It was bigger than some alphas youâd seen, even.
You couldnât wait for it to fuck you.
Hongjoong noticed. âLike watching Sannie fuck Mingiâs face, pretty?â
You moaned in the affirmative, spit leaking out around Wooyoungâs cock.
âFuck, so messy.â Wooyoung sighed. âSuch a good girl.â
That sent another shiver through you, and you looked up at him through your lashes. He sighed again. âFuck, keep looking at me like that and I just wonât stop.â
You didnât want him to stop. You looked at him for another moment before looking back over to San and Mingi, who were still⊠busy.Â
Hongjoong and Wooyoung kept going as you watched them. San slapped Mingi, and as you watched his hands drifted down to his lap. San slapped him again. âNo, bad boy. You donât touch that alpha cock. Thatâs my job.â
âFuck, San, tell him.â Wooyoungâs fingers tightened in your hair. âMake him be a good boy.â
Wooyoungâs commentary on San and Mingiâs oral was only making you wetter. It was really fucking hot to watch him make Mingi submit, and to see how whiny and teary Mingi got when he was being fucked, even in his mouth. You wondered what heâd look like with a cock at both ends. Like you.
Wooyoung and Hongjoong kept going, kept using you. Your body jerked between the two of them. You were mostly along for the ride. You could feel the slick between your legs as Hongjoong kept fucking into your pussy, and Wooyoungâs hands in your hair turned almost gentle, combing through it as he continued with your mouth.Â
It was a nice contrast, Hongjoong rutting into you like a feral animal while Wooyoung stroked your hair and shallowly fucked your mouth. You closed your eyes.Â
You opened them a second later as a loud whimper filled the room. You looked over to see Seonghwa yanking Mingiâs hair back, pulling him off Sanâs cock. âSannie doesnât get to cum yet, heâs not wasting it on you.â
Before you could see what they did next, Wooyoungâs hands suddenly fisted in your hair, pulling you down onto his cock. âFuck, y/n, Iâm gonna cum.â He held you in place, his hips moving madly. He was in your throat at this point, and fuck it felt so good to be so full at both ends, to be used so thoroughly by your band members.Â
Wooyoung came, and you tried your best to be a good girl, to take it all, to let him use you, but you coughed as he pulled back.
âGood slut.â He whispered, leaning down to peck your forehead.Â
You looked up at him with glazed eyes. âGood for you?â
âSo good for me.â He smiled.Â
You turned over your shoulder. âPlease, need a knot.â
âA knot?â Hongjoongâs smirk was evident even in his somewhat breathless voice. âYou want a knot, why not beg alpha for it?â
âPlease!â You cried out, uncaring if you woke up the whole hotel. âPlease, alpha, need your knot, need it so bad.âÂ
Hongjoong laughed, but it was more of a loud exhale with the effort of his thrusts. âIâll give you a knot.â
He pushed into you, and you could feel something stretching you wide.Â
Hongjoongâs knot.Â
He came, deep inside you, his knot inflating. Wooyoung pressed a hand to your stomach, grinning at the way you felt full. âYou really bred her, huh, Hongjoong.â
Hongjoong reached around to hug you. âCâmon, pretty, relax with me.â
You hummed, pliant, laying down with Hongjoong as he curled up on the bed. Wooyoung joined you, pulling a blanket over your connected forms and cuddling into your other side.
âThanks Woo, thanks, Joong.â You whispered.Â
âNo need to thank us.â Wooyoung kissed your neck, long and leisurely. âAlways glad to fuck our favorite girlâs mouth. Whenever you want it.â
Hongjoong moved his leg, readjusting. You held back a moan at the slight motion of his cock inside you. âYeah, we really should be thanking you, for letting us help you through your heat.â
âItâs not over yet.â You mumbled. âIâve got a knot in me now, but as soon as it goes down⊠my heats tend to last some time.â
âWell, luckily for you, there are eight of us.â Hongjoong smiled.
The bed dipped as someone else got on. Wooyoung groaned in protest. âHwa, let us have our moment.â
Seonghwa laughed softly. âI just wanted to join, not trying to ruin any moments.âÂ
You absently started to stroke Wooyoungâs hair with one hand while you reached out for Seonghwa with the other.Â
Seonghwa smiled, leaning down to kiss you. âSo beautiful, but youâre a needy thing, arenât you?â
Out of the bandâs members, you loved all of them in their own ways, but Seonghwa had always held a special allure. He was incredibly talented. The man played guitar and did vocals, none of the other members filled multiple roles like that. And he was sex on legs when he was onstage, singing duets with frontman San like they were in love. It drove the fangirls insane.Â
And you, but that wasnât something youâd wanted to admit until now.Â
âNeedy.â You nodded in agreement.
  Seonghwa gave you another, longer kiss. This one was sweet, but it had an undercurrent of seduction that yanked you in and kept you there. He was trying to turn you on again, and though Hongjoongâs knot was still locked inside you, it would not be a difficult task.
âHwa⊠Joongâs still inside me.â You whined.Â
Seonghwa bit your earlobe, making you twitch and gasp and arch your back. Hongjoongâs dick twitched inside you at that, and he groaned.Â
âWell, as soon as heâs done, itâs my turn, isnât it?â
The words sent shivers through you. âI thought San and Mingi were arguing about that.â
âTheyâre still⊠busy.âÂ
You looked over Seonghwaâs shoulder to see San sitting in the armchair Hongjoong had been in earlier, scrolling on his phone. His legs were spread, and Mingi knelt between them. âDonât drool on my pants.â San said, his voice bored, but you could see the little smile tugging at his mouth.Â
âFuck.â You whispered. âThatâs hot.â
âMingi and San like to be rough.â Seonghwa smiled. âItâs quite fun to watch. Youâll have to join us more often.â
Hongjoong let out a strangled moan as you clenched down on him. You had no idea what they were, you had no idea what you were with them. You did know, however, that you loved them, and they loved you. And now everyone was fucking, you guessed? But whatever. It seemed to work.
And it seemed youâd fit in with them quite well.
 But you didnât dwell on that too long, because when Seonghwa kissed you again, another wave of slick rushed out of you.
âHongjoong.â You whimpered. âI needâ I needââ
âI know.â Hongjoong kissed your neck. Wooyoung joined in, too, licking up the other side. âItâll go down in just a second, and then Seonghwa can take his turn.âÂ
The phrasing, his turn, turned you on so much. Seonghwa, just like the others, got to use your body. They all would.Â
You couldnât help yourself, you rocked your body back onto Hongjoongâs cock. He hissed in overstimulation. You tried to be kind, to think of him, but your body just wanted to be fucked, more and more and more. You just held yourself back.Â
They kept kissing you for a few more minutes, your body burning, until Hongjoongâs knot started to go down. You whined as he pulled out, suddenly empty. âSeonghwaâŠâ
âI know, baby.â He got his pants off, and you almost started drooling at the sight of his long cock.
Seonghwa slid inside you, and you sighed at the sensation. âFuck...â
Hongjoong and Wooyoung went off to shower, kissing you one more time before they left. Seonghwa set a languid pace, rolling his hips deep inside you. You were both panting after a few minutes, and you threw your head back. âNeed it harder, alpha.â
Seonghwa laughed softly. âAlpha? Iâm a beta, baby, but Iâm happy to fuck you harder.â
Your cheeks burned with embarrassment. âSorry, Hwa, I didnât mean toâŠâ
Seonghwa stopped for a moment to kiss your head. âNothing to apologize for. If anything, itâs kind of a compliment. But I know you need a knot right now.â
You swallowed, nodding.
Seonghwa thrust into you a few more times before turning over his shoulder with a sly smile. âMingi, get your submissive ass over here.â
Mingi pulled off of Sanâs cock, his eyes heavily lidded, spit dripping down his chin. He looked obscene, fucked-out without even having been fucked.Â
âYou heard him.â San patted his cheek just softly enough to be a pat and not a slap. âGet over there.â
âMhm.â Mingi climbed onto the bed, sitting in front of Seonghwa.Â
He smiled. âSuch a good boy⊠why doesnât our good fuckpet satisfy y/n? Give her the knot she needs.â His voice was patronizing, condescending, but based on the significant bulge in Mingiâs pants, he was getting off on it.Â
Mingi nodded. âWanna be a good boy for you, sir. Wanna make y/n feel good.â
A shiver ran through you.Â
âWhy donât you take off your clothes, then, and lay down on your back.â Seonghwa raised his eyebrows. âThatâs not a suggestion, Mingi.â
Mingi squeaked, moving faster than youâd ever seen him move to get his pants and shirt off. He propped himself up on the pillows, looking at Seonghwa with wide eyes. You couldnât take your eyes off of his cock, standing hard and full.
Seonghwa smiled and scratched his head. Mingi leaned into his hand. âGood boy. Y/n, why donât you come ride him for me?â
You inhaled sharply and pulled away from Seonghwaâs cock, instead positioning yourself over Mingiâs and grabbing onto his shoulder. He looked at you with the most pathetic, desperate expression youâd ever seen. âPlease, y/n.â
You sank onto his cock, moaning as every inch of it filled you up. He whimpered as you seated yourself fully on him, staying still for a moment to adjust to his size.Â
âGo on, baby. Use him.â Seonghwa encouraged, voice smooth as satin.
You took a breath and began to bounce on Mingiâs cock, moaning as he hit that spot inside you with every motion. Like the rest of him, his cock was big, and you were euphoric as you felt it deep inside you.
Seonghwa tilted your head towards him. You didnât stop fucking yourself on Mingi, but you looked at him.
âAw.â He simpered. âSo sweet. The subs are playing nice. You wanna kiss me, baby?â
You nodded enthusiastically, desperately. âYes, Seonghwa.â
âSir.â He reminded you.
âYes, sir.â You rushed to correct yourself.Â
âGood.â He murmured, leaning in. He gave you a long kiss that mightâve been sweet if he hadnât started biting your bottom lip. You moaned into his mouth.
Mingiâs whines were a sweet soundtrack to Seonghwaâs kisses. He sounded so desperate and submissive, a far cry from the Mingi you knew onstage or even off.Â
âCan Mingi fuck me now?â You whined against Seonghwaâs mouth. âIâm tired.â
âOf course, baby.â Seonghwa helped position the two of you so Mingi could start fucking into you. He rubbed Mingiâs back for a moment before suddenly scratching down his spine. Mingi moaned, arching his back and pushing his cock deep into you.
âGood boy.â Seonghwa whispered. âY/n wants you to fuck her, so make sure you do a good job.â
Mingi began rutting into you with the same fervor that Hongjoong had, only with a lot more whimpering and big puppy eyes. âAm I doing good for you, sir?â
Seonghwa grabbed Mingiâs hair and forced him to look at you. âAsk her if youâre doing good.â He looked at you. âBaby, be honest.â
âAmâ am I doing good?â Mingiâs voice was small.
âSo full.â You said, your voice breathy. âSo good, Mingi, Seonghwa⊠Mingi, donât stop.â
Seonghwa laughed meanly. âFor someone with such a nice cock, itâs kind of funny how little Mingi uses it.â He yanked his head back. âHe loves being stuffed full so much. So Iâm sure this is a nice change of pace for him.â
Mingi looked at him. âSheâs so tight⊠Iâm gonna⊠sir, I canât last much longer.â
âKnot her. Give her what she wants.â Seonghwa leaned down to speak into your ear. âHeâs gonna breed you so full, isnât he?â
Mingi pushed into you one last time before his knot expanded and you were locked together. You could feel him start to cum inside you, and you whined, shaking as your own orgasm overtook you.
When you came back into reality, Mingi was collapsed by your side, breathing hard. Seonghwa was furiously working his hand on his cock, and you watched, transfixed.Â
âGood boy, Mingi.â He breathed. âGood girl, y/n. You both did so good for me.â
You made a pleased noise, and that seemed to send him over the edge. He spilled onto his fist, his hips jerking up into it.
ââM sorry I wanted a knot.â You muttered, feeling bad Seonghwa didnât get to finish inside you.
âDonât apologize, baby.â Seonghwa said, looking around for a towel. âYou have no idea how much I like watching.â
Your face got hot at the words. âOh⊠well⊠thatâs good.â
He finally found one, wiping off his hands. Mingi wrapped his arms around you as Seonghwa laid down on your other side. You were sandwiched in a giant Minhwa hug, and it was heavenly.Â
You didnât quite fall asleep, but you were definitely drifting off cuddling with them. Having a knot inside you and two of your eight favorite people in the world with you made you feel happy and safe.
You heard the door open, but you didnât care enough to look and see who it was, at least not until someone came over to you, and you heard two people messily kissing.
You opened your half-asleep eyes to see Mingi and Yunho making out, almost directly over your face. It was quite a sight to wake up to, and you moaned almost without realizing it.Â
They broke apart, both smiling down at you.Â
âHi, sunshine.â Yunho leaned down to peck your forehead, and Mingi adjusted, moving his cock inside you. You whined at that, oversensitive but your body still craving more.Â
They ignored you, kissing each other again. You could feel Mingiâs knot starting to go down, and you pushed yourself back onto him, chasing the fullness. It was too late, though, he was pulling out, whispering an apology to you. âSorry, Yunhoâs gonna go next, though, okay?â
Your body was so hot, the ache between your legs so strong that you just looked at Mingi with big eyes. âIs he gonna fuck me?â
Yunho laughed. âMaybe I wonât. Maybe Iâll just make you lay there and stay still. Hold me deep inside you.â
You take a deep breath, trying to keep it together, but Yunho continues.
âYou just wanna get fucked so bad, isnât that right, you want me to breed you and make it feel so good⊠maybe Iâll just make you take me the way I want it, hm?â
You knew Yunho was an alpha. But heâd always been sweet and kind to you. Heâd never teased you like this.
His large hands moved over your form, caressing you, your tits, your waist, your ass, rubbing your pussy. You stretched out, opening yourself up to all of him.Â
He laughed and unzipped his pants, revealing his cock straining against his boxers. You whimpered just looking at the bulge.Â
âStop teasing, Yunho.â Seonghwaâs voice was playful. âDonât you see how much she needs it?â
You gave Seonghwa a grateful look before turning your attention back to Yunho. âPlease, Yunho.â
âI love your begging.â He smiled, but there was no kindness in it. It was toothy, almost predatory. He completely took his pants off and positioned himself over you like he was about to fuck you. His boxers were still on, and the cotton rubbed against your clit as he rubbed against you. You whined weakly, feeling almost dizzy with the need to be full.
âWhat did I say, Yunho.â Seonghwaâs voice was firmer now. âSheâs in heat. Be nice.â
Yunho sighed, and before you knew what he was doing, you were flipped on your stomach, your knees propped up under you and your face pressed into the pillows.Â
âYou wanna get fucked?â Yunhoâs voice was almost a growl. Clearly he was not happy at Seonghwaâs interference. âIâll fuck you, sunshine.â
A thrill went through your body at his roughness. You could feel his tip at your entrance, and you took a deep breath.Â
Yunho pushed inside in one swift motion, and the breath youâd just taken whooshed out of your lungs. He was so deep inside you, so big, so goodâŠ
And then he started moving. With every deep thrust, you felt like you might cum that second. He was so rough, his fingers digging into your hips. You knew for sure there would be bruises the next morning.Â
Yunho fucked you like he hated you, and as he leaned over your back, you could feel he was still wearing his sweater and buttons from the show. The pins felt cold on your back, and you shivered.Â
âYou like it like that? You like it when I fuck you rough?â
You nodded. âYes, alpha.âÂ
âYou know, you really should share with Sannie.â Seonghwaâs voice was light, lilting. âHeâs been waiting so patiently.â
You could hear rustling behind you, and a whimper that sounded like Mingiâs. It was probably San standing up, and you wondered if Mingi had returned to sucking him off as soon as his knot had gone down and heâd left the bed.
Yunho fucking growled.Â
You whined, the display of dominance turning you on more, but the rest of the room went silent.Â
âIâm so sorry.â Yunho said immediately, stilling his hips. âOh my God, I did not mean to do that.â
âItâs okay.â San said, and he sounded genuine. âTake your time with y/n, Iâll get my turn after.â
You did your best to stay still, trying not to ruin their conversation, but you needed him fucking inside you.Â
âThank you, San.â Yunhoâs voice turned to you. âYou alright, sunshine?â
âMhm.â Your voice was small. âYes, Alpha.â
âYou want more?â Yunhoâs voice turned smooth, slippery.Â
âYes.â You breathed.
âYunho?âÂ
You pushed yourself up from the bed at that voice. âYeosang?â You hadnât even heard him come in.
But there he was, sitting cross legged on the bed beside you. You could see the fabric between his legs was dark, clinging to his thighs with slick.Â
âWhat is it, baby?â Yunho hummed.
Yeosang bit his lip. âI fear⊠y/n may be sending me into heat.â
Your head nearly spun at that. One omega sending another into heat was not something that happened often, not unless the pheromones were just right. It had to be the scents of the alphas in the room whoâd already fucked you who had a relationship to Yeosang, right? It couldnât be you?
Yeosang smelled sweet, smelled needy. You whined.Â
âHey, Sannie? I have an idea.â Seonghwa said. âWhy donât you fuck Yeosang while you wait your turn.â
âFuck.â San sighed. âI would love to, but I gotta keep disciplining this little slut for now.â There was a strangled noise from probably Mingi.Â
You could hear Seonghwaâs smirk in his voice. âJoong? Wanna get over here and fill Sangie up?â
âI can do that.â
Youâd almost forgotten about Hongjoong and Wooyoung. You looked around for them and saw Wooyoung laying on the other bed, watching, as Hongjoong got up to position Yeosang beside you.Â
He smiled at you. âHi, y/n.â
âHi, Yeosang.â You breathed. He was so beautiful, still in his stage makeup, with bronze blush and little star freckles dotting his cheeks. âYouâre so pretty.â
âYouâre pretty.âÂ
âCan I kiss Yeosang?â You looked over your shoulder at Yunho.
He laughed, thrusting his hips into you. Your head fell back on the pillow in front of you.Â
âYeah, you can kiss him.â
You pulled your head up and looked at Yeosang for a moment, just taking him in. His expression went blissed-out for a moment as Hongjoong slid inside him, and you took that opportunity to pull his face to yours and kiss him.
âMm, y/n.â He moaned into your mouth. âYou taste so good.â
âWooyoung.â You explained.Â
You and Yeosang kept kissing, your hands slowly getting a little more exploratory with each other, while Yunho fucked you and Hongjoong fucked him. It felt so fucking good to have him inside you, and to have two pairs of warm hands on your body.Â
You were dimly aware of Seonghwa moving to the other bed, and based on the sounds you were hearing he was touching Wooyoung, but you were too caught up in Yunho and Yeosang to really care.Â
You could barely breathe for the size of Yunhoâs cock inside you. He wasnât quite as big as Mingi, but he still felt delicious inside you, hitting spots inside you that made you sigh and whine in pleasure. This was a side of him youâd never seen, and it made you feel so good.
âFuck me.â You whined.Â
âI am, sunshine.â Yunho gripped your hips tighter. âYouâre already kissing Sangie, do you need someone else to come over and shut you up with their cock?â His voice turned into a whisper that edged on a growl. âNo one else is touching you till Iâm done with you.â
Yunhoâs possessiveness was really fucking hot. He was a man possessed, fucking you with the fervor of an acolyte worshipping their god.Â
Yeosang whimpered, and you looked at him. His eyes were squeezed shut, tears beading at their corners, and his mouth was wide. You wondered what heâd look like choking on someoneâs cockâ Mingiâs giant one, maybe. Although it seemed from what Seonghwa had said he wasnât going to be fucking anyoneâs face. Maybe they used Yeosang as a punishment. Heâd have to hold Mingi in his mouth while Mingi stayed completely still. You could see it in your mindâs eye, Mingi looking at Hwa or Hongjoong and absolutely begging to thrust down Yeosangâs throat, and them denying him time after time. Maybe heâd even cry.
You were pulled out of your thoughts by a particularly rough thrust from Yunho, and you cried out as you felt his knot starting to build at your entrance. âFuck, Yunho, knot me, please.â You cried.Â
âBeg a little harder.â He snarled.Â
âPlease, please, Yunho, please!âÂ
âThatâs it.â He held you in a punishing grip, forcing his knot into you. You held your hand to your stomach, feeling the bulge of him inside you. He began to cum, groaning, and your orgasm hit you at the same moment. You arched your back, pushing you into a kiss with Yeosang, who returned it with a whine.
Yunho slumped on top of you, pressing a kiss onto your back. âYou feel so fucking good, sunshine. Taking my cock so good.â
You sighed. âYou feel so good, Yunho.â
The door opened one more time. You knew who it had to be.Â
âJongho.â San said. âWelcome to the orgy!âÂ
You could smell him as soon as he walked into the room. Youâd forgotten heâd started entering pre-rut right after the show, and had decided to sequester himself in his room. It seemed Mingiâs text had encouraged him to come take a turn with you.Â
Yunhoâs knot went down quickly, deflating at the scent of another alpha clearly ready to fuck you into submission. The look in Jonghoâs eyes was downright predatory, but the rest of his expression looked a bit nervous. He was chewing on his lip. âHey y/n⊠do you still⊠need someone?â
You could feel yourself growing distressed at the sensation of so many ateez memberâs cum leaking out of you. âYes, Jongho, please, I need you to fill me up.â
Jonghoâs clothes were off him in a flash, and he was on top of you. You were briefly worried that Yunho would get aggressive again, but he seemed spent, moving to take your place making out with Yeosang on the other half of the bed.Â
âNot so fast, Choi.â San stood up. âIâve been waiting though everyone else, itâs my turn.â
Jongho looked thoughtful for a moment. âWhat if we shared?â
San raised his eyebrows. âIâm listening.â
âIâll get inside her⊠and then you can join me.â He looked between your legs. âI think her little hole can take it.â
You clenched around nothing, breathing hard. The thought of both of them inside you at the same time, fucking you in rhythm, was almost more than your heat-addled brain could handle. You needed them so bad you could barely even get out a whine, your desire choking you.
San smiled. âI like that idea.â
Jongho lined himself up with you, everyoneâs cum and your slick making it an easy slide inside. You still gasped as he filled you up. Jongho was so thick, you wondered how San would fit.Â
âFuck.â Jonghoâs voice was low. âIâm gonna knot you so hard.â
You took a shaky breath, lifting your hips weakly in an effort to get him to move.Â
He laughed and grabbed your legs, starting to push in and out. Your eyes started to lose focus.Â
âSan, get over here.â
You werenât even paying attention to how they were positioning themselves, your eyes fixed on the ceiling, but you could feel a finger enter beside Jonghoâs cock.Â
The stretch was so good. It was intense, but you could handle it. You wanted more. You wanted both of them.Â
âMore.â You choked out.Â
âSlut.â San bit out. âIâll give you more.â He bypassed two fingers and skipped straight to three. âGood, taking it so well. Youâre gonna need to be prepared if you want both of us.â
âWant both of you.â
San sighed. âSo impatient.â You could feel something bigger pressing at your entrance, beside Jongho. San swore, Jongho made a high noise, and you panted as he slowly pushed himself inside of you.Â
âBeautiful.â Jongho reached down to brush away a piece of your hair. âBeautiful girl.â
You made a pleased noise.
And then you couldnât make any noise at all as they began to fuck you, alternating thrusts. First Sanâs cock, then Jonghoâs, then Sanâs, then Jonghoâs. It was so much, and the rhythm was uneven at the beginning, making it even nicer when they settled into it. You were overstimulated, your body trembling and leaking slick and taking it so well, as Jongho and San kept telling you.
The room had descended into debauchery. Hongjoong and Yeosang were still going at it, with Yunho stroking Yeosangâs cock. Seonghwa and Wooyoung had begun to fuck Mingi from both ends, and he looked like he was in heaven. And of course Jongho and San were both deep inside you.
You hadnât expected your night to go like this, not even a little bit, but you were so glad for the turn it had taken.
Jongho groaned. âIâm gonna cum, Sannie.â
San sighed. âUgh, fine.â He moved up towards your face and held his cock in front of your mouth. âGet me off, y/n.â
You practically started salivating at the sight of his cock, opening your mouth and starting to lick at his tip.Â
Jongho gave a few more strong thrusts before his knot inflated. Your eyes rolled back in your head as he locked himself inside you and started to cum, weakly sucking on San.Â
As your orgasm passed, you flopped on your back, completely exhausted.Â
âItâs okay, baby, I can finish myself off.â San whispered, kissing your forehead. âYou were so good for us.âÂ
You finally felt satiated for the night, satisfied, now that all eight of your boys had had the chance to take a turn with you. Your heat hadnât broken yet, but you felt safe now. If you had them with you, everything would be okay.
And as the rest of them finished up and crawled on the bed to cuddle with you and the others, you thought that this was what a pack must feel like.Â
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